Iain sharp poem.

Cooper is a gigantic container smashing goals.

Cooper is a plane coming in for landing to test some work.

When ever I peep in the mirror Cooper gives a smile back.

Cooper is a runaway train wrapped in blue ribbon thrashing through his goals.                                            

Cooper is a sword slicing his way through learning.

Cooper is a lawn mower trimming down his targets.

Look there and there silver confetti kicking goals from each house.

They might be Cooper whittaker.