Frankly I was in the third grade
When I realized I was handicapped
at higher learning
Fourth grade was tough for me
So to think I would ever attend college
Was walking down a dead end street
High school study hall was my best class
I could read Mickey Spillane novels
They wanted me to memorize poetry
But they gave me a basketball scholarship
To play the game I had to get a 2.0
But that was where I met my wife
And my live began
Now that I am old and grey
I have one thing for the young to say
I owe everything to my fifth grade teacher
Afterall I stayed in her class three years
This is how I solve Writer's block
No one reads this stuff anyway