CU-1 was tasked with writing a haiku. He gave the teacher too much grief so it was sent home as an assignment. I learned first, then taught him.
Here's my first haiku I've ever written.
Jacques, mon chien est beau.
Henry, mon frère est peuant.
Je prefère mon chien.
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4 comments:
hahaha...
I've never heard of French Haiku.
Et le chien, est-ce qu'il sent mieux que Henry lorsqu'il est mouillé?
Merveilleux! Il est un grand poèt!
I don't know about the dog. She lives at the other house.
Très bien, Mim.
Impressive.
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