Poetry of the Insane
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Wondering about strange kids I do not know
As a lttle brown-haired boy picks his nose.
“Is this how my day shall go?”
I think as kids pour in slow.
I have read the agenda the teacher has left.
Now if I can just find where she keeps the text.
A teacher in the classroom next
I ask help not being a pest.
She says, “Sure,” as she goes to an obscure shelf.
There's the book I'd have never found by myself.
A kid as small as an elf
Kicks me, I stifle a yelp.
Bruised and beaten already before the bell;
Frustrated so early, I just want to yell.
Just in case you cannot tell
My day was not going so well.
One girl was cursing like a sailor
enough to make one want to wail her.
So off to the office she is sent,
just the start of how this day went.
THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS-HOPE YOU LIKE IT SO FAR!!
As a lttle brown-haired boy picks his nose.
“Is this how my day shall go?”
I think as kids pour in slow.
I have read the agenda the teacher has left.
Now if I can just find where she keeps the text.
A teacher in the classroom next
I ask help not being a pest.
She says, “Sure,” as she goes to an obscure shelf.
There's the book I'd have never found by myself.
A kid as small as an elf
Kicks me, I stifle a yelp.
Bruised and beaten already before the bell;
Frustrated so early, I just want to yell.
Just in case you cannot tell
My day was not going so well.
One girl was cursing like a sailor
enough to make one want to wail her.
So off to the office she is sent,
just the start of how this day went.
THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS-HOPE YOU LIKE IT SO FAR!!
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