My HooterNinnie Poem

Brushing my HooterNinnie

This is a poem that my newphew (who will be 8 next week – Happy Birthday!) wrote about his HooterNinnie for a show & tell at school. He’s got actions to go with it too – his performance was well worth a viewing!

My HooterNinnie

This is my HooterNinnie…

but what do you call a HooterNinnie when he’s feeling musical?
A FluterNinnie

and when he gets dressed up we call him a SuiterNinnie

When he’s rich he’s a LooterNinnie

When we’re playing heroes he’s a SuperNinnie

and when we’re playing ghosts he’s a BOOterNinnie

if we’re playing gun slingers he’s a ShooterNinnie

When he thinks he’s an owl he’s a T-wit, T-woo terNinnie

and when he thinks he’s a cow he’s a Moo-terNinnie

When he thinks he’s a car he’s a TooterNinnie

When he’s on wheels he’s a ScooterNinnie

When he blows raspberries he’s a FruiterNinnie

When he needs the toilet he’s a Poo-terNinnie

But when he was a baby he was so CuterNinnie

But I like him best of all when he’s my plain HooterNinnie!

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