Here’s a poem from Super-Folder Ben. I would call him a Super-Rhymer, but it isn’t that kind of poem….
UPDATE: Now Ben has a limerick:
There was once an Origami Yoda
People thought he lived in a pagoda
He was made by a kid named Dwight
Who was bonkers in the head because his head was quite tight
Which gave Dwight his nimble fingers that could fold Origami Yoda
Anyone else want to send in a poem? I’ll post them here if you do…