This is a poem John wrote for school that he read at family night that people actually wanted copies of! I am quite the proud sister! (Mine was about a zebra who escaped the zoo. Not quite the masterpiece but hey... Moe McGee was my masterpiece:) ~ Clara
The Ode of the "B"
I think that I shall never see,
I think that I shall never see,
a letter as proud as the letter B,
B wanted to be first,
but A was filled with a prideful thirst.
The first in line of 20 others,
B is the best of all the brothers.
B is the founder of an exclusive club,
The ee’s are comprised of B,G,P,V, and Z,
Though he never has a sub,
he lives a life of ease.
B has given us good things too,
from burgers to bacon and biscuits to,
he make’s vegans regretfully say “Boo Hoo!”
From Benny to Bristol he makes babies too,
the Bible the Beatles and bagels till noon.
Bad has come from B,
like beer and Beiber,
Boils and the Bermuda triangle.
So, whether it is to B or not to B,
B all you can B,
For it is better to B,
than X, Y or Z.
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