Elliot says...

Why shouldn't a seven-year-old have a blog? A father poses questions and a son answers directly, honestly, and candidly with the directness, honesty, and candor that only a seven-year-old can bring. Dictated and moderated by AmsterdamAsp , these are the words of Elliot himself: simple and complex observations of the world from the mind of a six-year-old...

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The Bass Who Was out of Gas

Once there was a bass.
He was out of gas.
And he broke his glass.

He had a red hat.
And he had a baseball bat.

The Blogging Hog

Once there was a hog.
He liked to write on his blog.
His house was in a log.
And he looked like a dog.

The Man Who Lived on Bread

Once there was a man.
He had a red can.
He ate bread.
He stored it in his bed.
And his hair was red.

Monday, September 21, 2009

A Poem for Olivia's Birthday

Poems are very hard to write.
I worked on it all day and night.
But I just have one thing to say:
Olivia, have the best birthday!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Ant's Crazy Day

Once upon a time there was an ant.
He had a brown pant
and an aunt.

Then he pulled out his tooth
in a telephone booth.

His hair was red,
and he slept in a blue bed.

And he drank
Frank.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Poezie vanuit Groep 4

Er was eens een schip
Die leek op een lip
Toen kwam er een storm
En ze zagen een worm

"Help!" riep de kapitein.
"Ik moet snel naar Albert Heijn!"
Daar kan ik schuilen tussen buiken
En morgen kan ik me verborgen.

[Elliot's English Translation]

Once there was a ship
It looked like a lip
Then there came a storm
And they saw a worm.

"Help!" cried the captain.
"I have to go to Albert Heijn (grocery store)!"
There I can hide between the bellies
And tomorrow I can be hidden.