And now another poem by IKE

Eye

by Isaac

Everything is visable since I have my eyes.

Without them I could not see a cherry on a pie.

Neither could I look at a daisy in the spring,

or see my Dad's chest hair blowing in the breeze,

or watch a scary movie

or my doggie take a poopie

or my Mom when she is mad

or my brother's vision of rad

which is why I am proud to say,

I poked them out yesterday.