This is a poem of a boy named Ace.
He liked to keep pace in every race.
He liked to go up, down, and all around.
He liked to be first he was very rehearsed.
Until one day which caused him dismay.
A rival let’s say on this very day.
That beat him at every race, Her name was Grace.
So he decided to take up a different hobby in the upstairs lobby.
So sitting by a lamp he came across a stamp.
So he took up stamp collecting. He thought it was rather boring so the next
Morning he decided to write poems. He wrote many poems as his hobby in the upstairs lobby.
He loved his new hobby. Ace became the greatest poet of his time, always with rhyme.
Children all over the world cherished each word of each poem.