Angelic Me
My teacher told me to behave
But behaving's what I never craved
She thought I acted too outlandish
Just being me was too out-Stan-dish
The girl's pigtail in the inkwell soaked
How it got there was my little joke
I whistled when teacher turned her back
Music's what our classroom lacked
To the principals' office I was sent
It clearly became a daily event
She told him I was rude and frightful
Yet my friends in class thought me delightful
My mother when she came to school
He told her I was the classroom fool
She didn't believe that awful man
Could say that of her angel Stan
Whistlers' mother, she knew best
She knew her son was not a pest
So much to my teachers' dismay
I was back in class the very next day
The inkwell reclaimed that girls' pigtail
The teacher warned, but to no avail
Behind back whistles, once more the norm
Angelic me was back in form
by Stan Cooper...3/27/10 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2010-04-07 at 15:42
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