Memories of my schooldays
We always attended school on Saturday
Nine Until twelve
An hour of Differential calculus
Then political history never a mystery to me
Followed by Shakespeared English Lit
By which time I was becoming impatient
With 'The quality of mercy is not strained' routine
Oh!Hurry noon time release
Then home for the weekend and peace
I guess since then I always become
Impatient with Skakespeare
Excepting for much more recently
'Will Thee, Nil thee, Katie I will wed thee
Has held much more meaning for me
But then the bard was hard at five to twelve
At saturday noon my mind was on Worms
Those in grandfathers compost heap
In that 'dig for victory antiquity'
There were worms that would ensnare 'Leviathan'
Actually it was a young frog
That got my biggest chub
But a healthy lob that caught my first
Grandfathers heap was so legendry that
In my fledgling years as a romantic
I once enquired of sweet Jennifer
Did she want to see my worm sss
It was weeks before she smiled at me again
Those weeks of her unsmiling
Were the first time I knew what loneliness was like
And it rained in late October
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2007-08-10 at 18:13
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Rain Clouds In The West by M.A.Meddings
After school on SaturdaysWe always attended school on Saturday
Nine Until twelve
An hour of Differential calculus
Then political history never a mystery to me
Followed by Shakespeared English Lit
By which time I was becoming impatient
With 'The quality of mercy is not strained' routine
Oh!Hurry noon time release
Then home for the weekend and peace
I guess since then I always become
Impatient with Skakespeare
Excepting for much more recently
'Will Thee, Nil thee, Katie I will wed thee
Has held much more meaning for me
But then the bard was hard at five to twelve
At saturday noon my mind was on Worms
Those in grandfathers compost heap
In that 'dig for victory antiquity'
There were worms that would ensnare 'Leviathan'
Actually it was a young frog
That got my biggest chub
But a healthy lob that caught my first
Grandfathers heap was so legendry that
In my fledgling years as a romantic
I once enquired of sweet Jennifer
Did she want to see my worm sss
It was weeks before she smiled at me again
Those weeks of her unsmiling
Were the first time I knew what loneliness was like
And it rained in late October
Poetry by lastromantichero
Read 767 times
Written on 2007-08-10 at 18:13
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