Sam wrote a poem today about Kix. It follows below:

Raarr.

Chomp.

Mumf.

Moomph.

Mmmm.

Gulp.

Aaah.

Hehh. . . Hehhhh.

Mmmmm!

Harh! Squeek!

Uhmmmm!

Now another poem based on something that happened 5 minutes ago:

To reach into the toilet is not right,
though mom just scrubbed the bowl with all her might.
We know it is appealing, lovely white,
but what it represents is no delight.