Moriah wants to tell you that she likes ribs. She just ate ribs, but don’t worry- I made her wash her hands. Unfortunately, that was after I high-fived her. Ewwie. I didn’t think she was serious when she told me they were “barbecue hands.” Moriah has nothing else to report today.
Oh! I guess she does. She has just written an acrostic poem on the word “Internet” and she’s working on another poem about our topic today: Ribs.
I Love the Internet by Moriah
I Love the internet
Never will I get off the internet
End of the world if I don’t get the internet
Realistic Stuff is on the internet
No, I have to have the internet
Everybody has to Love the internet
Technology is endless on the internet
Ribs by Moriah
I Love ribs.
Baby back ribs and barbecue sauce,