One of AJ's assignments for yesterday was to write a short poem. It needed to have three rhyming couplets and was to be about a chicken. He groaned, fussed and complained. Mind you this is the first poem he has ever had to write. So, after much brainstorming and laughter, here is his masterpiece...

My Chicken

Oh how I love my chicken.

He is so finger licken.

My chickens have two beaks.

When they poop it really reaks.

My chickens have a coup.

In there it smells like poop.

I really thought we had past the oral/anal focal stage:) Guess not!