The teacher spoke, a comet of words,
but her tongue tripped, twirling,
"Hello, goys and birls!" she declared,
and the air cracked with laughter.
Small faces, like blooming carnations,
broke open, spilling joy everywhere.
The alphabet scattered across the floor,
rolling between tiny shoes, unchecked.
Laughter swam in the room's soft currents,
high-pitched, like birds startled in unison.
A chorus of innocence, uncontainable,
their mirth shook walls tender as paper.
The spoonerism spun, an unplanned melody,
a spinning top of syllables and delight.
In their world, no error stood as error—
only music, only play, only wonder.
Their giggles climbed like vines,
reaching spaces no grown-up touched.
They carried the shiny mistake fondly,
a bright marble of momentary magic.
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I remember well errors made by my teachers sixty years ago, one that blew up the chemistry lab, another that fell of the stage pulling the screen with him, another in a fist fight with a student. Beautiful memories that still make me smile. Good write Gray
Thanks Soren. I taught highschool English years ago and I really enjoyed it and the students liked and respected me until Mr. Richardson found a bottle of Jack in my desk and was forced to let me go. He gave me a glowing letter of recommendation and told me that if I ever stopped drinking he would consider rehiring me. I didn't stop
You are most welcome Gray.
Delightful
Thanks Katie
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