Poet the Philip

(Eliza:) *Beatboxing supportively* (Alexander:) *Finally takes a break and watches his son* (Philip:) My name is Phillip; I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it, and I just turned nine. You can write rhymes, but you can't write mine! (Alexander:) What! (Philip:) I practice French and play piano with my mother! I have a sister, but I want a little brother (Alexander:) Okay! (Philip:) My daddy's trying to start America's bank!! Un deux trois quatre cinq!! (Alexander:) Bravo!!