Sunday, February 12, 2006

Poetry

A poem written on a snowy day while substituting at the Atlas School for Boys (that they might not follow my slovely example).

Mr. Olps belt forgetter,
Maybe next time you’ll do better,
I hope you won’t trip
on pants so loose
and fall real hard on your caboose.
It would be sad to see you shamed,
Lying in the snow beltless, maimed,
Crying for help pants all a tangle,
While at home on the hook your belt does dangle.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

is that narrative poetry?

Anonymous said...

ah, its been a while since we were graced with a "rusty original"...thanks for that poetry interlude as well as the new ridley pics! he is quite the little man now! --cackey

Anonymous said...

"A Lesson or Two"
or, "This Ain't Moscow"

Miss Rabtree, Whas up?
Where's the kink in yo hair?
Yo make up?

A little lip stick
After lunch helps us learn
Tha's the trick

No use bein' white
If yo can't be pretty
Hurts our sight

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