Brownies

 

 

"Brownies" was the topic, she gave to me that day.

T’was difficult to ponder a poem to start that way

So I considered other ways to make the verses happen.  I’d have to pay attention, and not do any napp’in.  

  

The first thoughts that came to me

Were that I would like to be

A baker from a town named "Brownies"

And make special treats for the people called "Frownies".

  

It wasn’t their fault they were always so sad.

I just wanted to help them feel some "GLAD".  I’d whip up a batch of brownies so snappy,  It would sure make the Frownies seem happy.  

  

I went to work very early one day

Before the sun came out to play.  I lit the fire in the oven so big  And searched for the secret; I began to dig.  

  

Book after book I stopped to read

"Find the best ‘BEST’ to help this big need!"  I pondered, and thought, I searched and prayed.  "Please help them be hopeful", but the answer delayed.

  

 

The morning had happened, so I opened the shop,

And business was busy, so it made me hop.

I’d say "Hi!" to all who came through the door,

And hug them so big, they’d come off the floor!

 

  

I invited them all to sit and to stay,

And have a big breakfast,

I’d show them the way…

To solve each problem they would face that day.

 

 

I’d serve up some brownies, delivered with a smile.

We’d chat about life, and after a while,

They’d be happy all day. As if in a trance.

Soon they all smiled, played music and danced.

 

 

My friends certainly loved to taste my good brownies

But the very best thing that came to the Frownies

Was the love they felt each day in my shop…

It made me so happy when they all began calling me "Pop!"

 

 

 

TOPIC assignment  by Keira (9 years old)

November 2014

in Mint Hill, North Carolina