Escapades
Settled in my seat in math
Hot under the roar of the vent
I saw an opportunity
Sarah’s red hair harkened me
With a small piece of college ruled paper
I applied a generous amount of saliva
My mouth was warm and the spit clung
To the edges of the fleck of paper
With my only blue rubber band
I lunged a spit ball into that unruly hair
She didn’t flinch
I continued my escapade
Stingy wads of paper littered her red hair
The classroom erupted, the teacher chuckled
Sarah knew the attention was on her
As she ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out twelve spit balls
I was complimented on my ingenuity
The next day Sarah sat behind me
She doused me with powder
I but a ghostly fool surrendered that Tuesday