HerFingersWereCrayonsPensAnd Brushes

Her fingers were crayons,

pens and brushes

she spoke in coughs and spurts

and gushes

she spat out rhymes and cryptoquotes

till some one sang the face she wrote

and named their child that shade of read

and cloned the colors in her head!

Wahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!
It's true!that's what real good readers do.