Onerous task confronted teachers and parents

As prospective students

ably ready themselves to matriculate
and/or first set little feet

inside halls of learning,

I rebroadcast a poem crafted

at the height of Covid-19.

 

A couple years gone back educators

adaptation regarding coronavirus

severely impacted on the classroom,
which modifications necessitated school boards

to rejigger methodology teaching paradigm,

quite herculean feat yours truly
(self tasked himself with assignment)
attempted to encapsulate difficulty courtesy

 

his handy dandy trademark poetic flair;

through arbitrarily chosen words,

nevertheless encompassed feeble effort
forthwith present authored outcome
read endeavor printed below,

which attempt barely hinted
at near insurmountable obstacles

pandemic loosed upon webbed wide world.

 

The following reasonable

already obsolete rhyme

verst animated mine

faux class (sic) lilting brogue

courtesy coronavirus (COVID-19) rogue,

wrought approximate sixth month academic hiatus,

nevertheless September 1st, 2020

signaled resumption of school year

back in vogue.

 

Countless challenges abounded

as millions of students
(darting to and fro, hither and yon

analogous to flagellated spermatozoa)
did re:zoom

even fetus soon did kickstart

to get academic jumpstart while in utero

eventually nudged out of womb,

whence a new born babe

cradled in mother's arms
lulled to sleep listening to Mozart

while older siblings

 

awaited crossing guard signal

when one after another

bus came by... vroom,

whereby administrators established

virtual and/or actual room

adapted to delegate assignments

as reported by local newsroom

facilitated by unrenown,

unstoried, and untutored writer,

most likely a bonafide married,
and once former unbridled groom.

 

Though mind boggling, death defying,

and harrowing scenario daring to crisscross

(dangerous information

super highway road)

confronted those most qualified to teach

impressionable minds to overload,

nevertheless I envy those learning

courtesy high tech mode,
whereby inquiring inquisitive young students

taught abc's including

modus operandi how to code.

 

Virtual golden (gated) opportunity

spectacularly presented to bridge,
kickstart, and buttress children

immodestly excited and

amenable to learn online,

while one old googly eyed

aging pencil necked geek

made his poetic cameo appearance

crafting awareness about severe complication

hash-tagging those best equipped to instruct,

 

which alternatives pinterest me

linkedin, trumpeted nsync with

tried and true orthodox methodology

(think white/blackboard
with markers and/or chalk respectively),

who by the way never got chosen to
clap erasers outside,

neither folded flag ditto after said

emblematic sanctified cloth unfurled,

nor ever served as safety patrol.

 

Though born within baby boom generation,

I horrendously, nobly, royally struggled

to acquire cognitive consonance
invariably experiencing cognitive dissonance

who floundered like a fish out of water

forever barely achieving passable grade.

 

Bard of Perkiomen Valley

readily attests de facto failure

if hypothetically enrolled

in kindergarten today,

he would get demoted to preschool

(a slight bit of hyperbole),

thus laments abysmal track record,

whereby attending conventional

schools of hard knocks

situated within Lower Providence district

emotionally fractured psyche
until this very waking moment,
and moost likely mine
remaining tenure on Earth.

 

Concomitant to foster
misgivings of wretchedness,
I harbor jealousy

at young whip smart kids,

who already possess laudatory command

concerning salient technological knowhow,

me far beyond paternal parental stage

yet speculate how child raising
could allow, enable and provide
insight into latest

cutting edge binary wizardry.

 

Less impactful upon precocious

boys and girls hungry

as a caterpillar for knowledge

included protracted time eons ago,

when fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters

experienced opportunities to

relish countless hours whittled away

being tutored as son(s)

and/or daughter(s) for stereotypical roles.

Within realm of cyberspace

positive kudos extolled mentoring progeny

about rudimentary concepts
(plus edifying offspring
about all encompassing

social media platforms netiquette)

aided in turn with

sophisticated computer programs

(possibly created by little Einsteins)

invariably lovingly bonding (yeah right).