Oh,
The letter c,
What do you be,
Are you part of some tree?
Do you make me think I am a flea?
I do not see,
Where to be,
With the C,
For someone like me.
You give us vitamins,
Solar and sun,
You give us a lot of words,
That we use for fun.
Oh, Mister C,
You will never pull,
A gun,
On me.
Mr. C,
Mr. C,
You’re a letter we can trust,
You will never find me with your crossbow,
Or knife full of rust.
I trust you,
The letter,
So plump in oranges.
So ripe in the world,
So early in the alphabet.
So all-consuming in your grandeur.
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Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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Hi there,
O’, Did you consider what your grade might B’,
when writing a poem about the letter C?
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Lol. I c’ what you did there.
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