Poet Of Renown–Sonnet

My eight year old grandson
writes poetry with passion
caricatures anything under the sun
pictures a monkey with a bun
dresses him in fashion
cries he is done.

I read aloud the lines
tracking the facial glow
I go on line by line
following the  eyes shine
amazed by the flow
I  grade it fine.

Overjoyed he runs telling everyone
that he is a poet of renown.