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Another day, another photograph of rigging. You will note that today, there is no frigging in the rigging, as the navy has just passed a law against such activities.

Henry and I did a little experiment before: poem writing. After a long and arduous explanation of rhyme and metre, we set about writing his first ever poem! Henry supplied the core concept, and the key words that rhyme, I banged it together into something [hopefully] servicable. Without further ado...

Henry's First Ever Poem

If I were a little fish
I would have but just one wish
my one wish would be to fly
doing such would make me cry
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Brian Miller said…
cute poem. i hope you and your family have a great new year!
31 December 2009 at 12:24
yamini said…
Luv to dear Henry and I wish that his wish comes true some day so that he can fly all the way to Delhi to meet his fans here. :-))
31 December 2009 at 15:24
Roddy said…
Can a fish cry? You would never see the tears. Perhaps it was faking it. Flying fish I have seen.
31 December 2009 at 19:49
Nathalie H.D. said…
Hilarious title to this post.
I laughed heartily !!!!

Great first poem too. You two have a future together!
31 December 2009 at 20:23
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, fingers crossed!
1 January 2010 at 17:58
Kris McCracken said…
Nathalie, we're poets and we know it!
1 January 2010 at 17:59
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