In Descise
My second grade grandson’s a writer,
His stories creative and fun,
With spelling that’s just as creative
As the story he’s joyfully spun.
Most often I’m quick to decipher
The words that I don’t understand
But sometimes I’m stymied by letters
Not quite what the books would demand.
So today I resorted to asking
What word was in front of my eyes.
The obvious answer (to someone)
Was, “Nana - of course, it’s disguise!”
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