Hazel, the Poet
"Look, Mom. I wrote a poem!" she says, and hands me this piece of scratch paper.
Not sure what it means or who the boy is. But there's something really cute buried in the dark syntax. Or at least that's what Jed said.
Not sure what syntax is? I wasn't either, but Jed told me it was a real word.
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Thank you for the definition.
I am a big Hazel fan.
=)
Jed and Hazel. What show-offs. Morbid show offs.
I love them.
My compliments on Hazel's diction. I enjoyed the juxtaposition of "eaten" and "dead." There's clarity like you don't always see in modern poetry!
I wish I could be more smart as Hazel and Jed.
she and jed--skulls and death t-shirts!
I love the poem! For some reason, it reminds me of a Violent Femmes' song:
I hear the rain,
I hear the rain,
I hear the rain,
Gotta' kill the pain.
Maybe she has a future as a lyricist.
Jayne
first time reader and I laughed out loud! especially at Hazel's poem. you are clever and witty, is that how you spell that?
I don't know as if there is a venue for this type of child-poetry...heck, maybe there is. Does Marilyn Manson have kids?
Hazel's writing cracks me up every time.
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