Vacation is dribbling away. Shackleton is doing a poetry unit and is supposed to read 125 poems before returning to school in just a few more days . You've met Shack, right? It's not true that he can't read, but I think he would rather get a cavity filled than read more than three words at a clip. So far, with only a few days left, we have read four poems. Well, five, if you count the one I just wrote (and illustrated!) for him.
A Poem for Shackleton
I think that I shall never see
A Poem as lovely
As TV.
