7 Ages Poem

Stage number one was quite fun
It was hugs and kisses
From tons of Mrs.

Stage number two was the cue
To grow and be like you,
Second grade was a parade
That Mr. Cinnamo made

After stage number two,
I said phew because I knew that I grew

Stage number three was time to be me
I am almost free to have glee

Stage number four was awesome to the core
It opened another door for myself and many more

In stage number five I felt so alive
And no one could kill my jive

Stage number six was my mix
I learned how to do a few tricks,
The Frozen plague isn't quite vague
Dance to the songs in sprague
Let it go was a blow so don't feel low

Stage number seven is like heaven
It is the present like a beautiful pheasant
So remember to be pleasant

Stage number eight may come late
But I will keep straight
For everyone's sake.