Chewing Gum, But What About Our Time
I counted on bordome as my star chart
and placed the flavorless chewing gum
smack dab on the back of Vincent's chair
in hopes that our class would fall apart
when Mrs. Mailind, out teacher, singled me out
as the villain-- guilty of wasting her time,
as all the pretty girls passed notes
that I would die to read ,even now,
in my fourth
twenty-seventh year
on marvelous earth.
[This message has been edited by 2JR (edited December 07, 2001).]
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