Red:  Damian uses me for lava.

Green:  Damian uses me for grass.

Tan:  He uses me for sand.

We only go to sleep

when Damian is awake.

We don’t want to scare him by being

alive on him.

“Poem time!” called out Brown.

The wrapper is my shirt,

the tip is my hair,

the color is my skin,

and the crayon

is me.

My hair is dyed.

It’s pointy, not as usual.

Poem time is over

‘cause

Damian’s waking up.