Jack says...

The real poet in the house is four year old Jack. He'll stay quiet for an hour or so, just looking out the window, and then he makes some sort of pronouncement. A few minutes ago it was, "cheeks and eyeballs".

Then he said, "for a snack, let's have cheese and crackers, grapes and elbow".

I think I'm just going to pursue journalism (reporting what he says) and let him tackle the poetry.