I present some spontaneous family poetry from this fine evening for your contrasting pleasure.

4.5-year-old Eric, playing with a toy boat in the bathtub:

I’m floating in the river,
I’m floating in the sea,
I’m floating in the ocean,
They can’t catch me.

A fish on the mountain,
A fish on the tree,
A fish on the see-saw,
A fish on me.

38-year-old Frank, observing the spectacle of being outdone by a kid:

I’m not a very good poet
But at least I know it.