A budding poet perhaps?

Emma treated us all to a poem she wrote at school today, and it was so good, I wanted to share it with my audience here.

Isabel Meets The One And Only

Isabel meets her one opponent.
Will she leave or will she own it?
Her little brother was filled with glee,
Until he ate those last three peas.
Isabel's mother called and said,
"Go change your brother on the bed."

Isabel, Isabel didn't worry.
Isabel, Isabel didn't scream or scurry.

Up in the room, the right place,
Isabel saw his ugly face,
Which hurt her eyes, wow, now that's a surprise.
Now listen to that baby's cries.
Now he smiles nice and big,
His teeth were sharp as a pig's.
The little baby stole the wipesters.
Wow! That is a stinky diaper.
Her nose was burning, her eyes were bare.
The baby gave her the evil glare.

Isabel, Isabel didn't worry,
Isabel, Isabel didn't scream or scurry.

Her hair was burning, every bit.
She turned around and he was eating it.
Isabel did die that night,
Isabel died from so much fright!

While she was reading it, it looked like she was reading from a printed booklet, but after she read it, I asked to see it and then realized that she had written it. Sure it's a little rough around the edges, but for 10 minutes of work, it does show a lot of potential.

I'm so proud of her.