Stickers
The teacher store sold stickers
Which I often did employ
On students’ compositions
To add just a little joy.
A smiley face, a yellow star
Or glowing words of praise
Were the tools I used to soften
All the errors of their ways.
But now that I’m retired
I’m still stickering, although
It is now done with my grandchild
And she loves her stickers so!
She has quite a huge collection
So she’s free to use her mind
To create artistic scenes
With all the stickers she can find.
Her grandpa and her nana (me!)
Join her, but please don’t mock
For we stick with her for hours
Never feeling sticker shock!
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