I asked Sofia if she wanted to write a poem with me. I asked if she knew what a poem was and she said no. I told her we should just start then. I asked her to give me a title. She said, "The Rhyming Palm". And I said, "The Rhyming...Palm? As in palm of the hand?" And she said yes. Here it is.

The Rhyming Palm

Gnaw gaw aw
    ha!
Nigh Kai
    Nigh why
Flaming flamingos
    Framing Domingo.
Fie-ing, falling
    Flamango a
       Mango
in Santa Domingo.