Then I saw it happen. Lola rushed up to the refrigerator and began to frantically pull down tiles. She did it in a manic, intense way that somehow managed to look purposeful. So, I gathered up the tiles and made a poem. A few hours later, the same thing happened, and now Lola composes poems several times a day.
Some poems are pretty cool.
I cut her some slack. Then let's read Lola's Poetry .