I submitted this to Poetry.com, and they said it was copyrighted under my name. I hope it's OK to resubmit it to AD.
Calvin is our grandson, and will soon be 10. He's an expert on certain video games and enjoys Calvin & Hobbs and Marx Bros. movies. He is a good student and plays chess and drums and writes poetry.
There lives a young man named Calvin,
Who is known for his ready reply.
He has hot wheels galore––
They can cover the floor
Of his house in a town called
“Alvin.”
(Well, Alvin it isn’t and Austin it is,
But we needed to rhyme with “Calvin.”)
His formal address is a poem itself:
Forty-two-O-two
Bellvue Avenue,
In a town that’s far from Alvin.
––Dixon “Grampaw” Coulbourn
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Be always safe,
Karen