A little boy learned to wiggle his ears
Sitting in a class room bored to tears.
Individual muscles he learns to flex.
Biceps and triceps, quads and pecs.
His mind now focused on doing tricks
Those he's flexed he makes them twitch.
Asked to turn in his homework NOW,
Like Spock he raises his left eyebrow.
The teacher is writing on the board
He's drawing a cannon, gun or sword.
He cracks his knuckles to get a laugh
Counts on his fingers to do the math.
He saves his straws for spit ball fights
His lethal accuracy will a skirmish incite.
He snuck a pet beagle to school in his shirt.
With a water gun gave Sally Smith a squirt.
In the Principal's notes he is immature
But knows how to forge dad's signature.
A grade or two he had to repeat
Now sits in a Federal Judges seat.
Augustus / Folsom, LA / February 2017
- Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 26th, 2017 11:47
- Category: Humor
- Views: 30
Comments7
Wow, how dramatic... read very nicely and the message is so true. Great write my friend...
Yes, just thought about childhood classrooms.
boys will be boys and some old man are just as clever as all get out? WW
Thanks ww. For saying so. By the way did you miss my comment in "Queen for a day". Take care.
No did you get my response ? I figured you would bring a lawsuit by now? I was hoping anyway I have not caused a lawyer to try suicide in a while? I was released from the court for reasons of insanity? bring it on old man! ww
No, but I will check it out now your magesty. Heh, heh.
brilliant Augustus.
Thanks Kev. Childhood memories.
Very good fun write.
Glad you thought so. Probably not best for a Sunday, but hope it tickled a few souls.
Love this Augustus
Absolutely brilliant
Well thanks again. May the remainder of your day be filled with wonder.
Ha Ha. Very funny and reality, I am sure.
Little girls had to write a hundred lines for misbehaving as well I am sure. Thanks.
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