School Days
First day of school, I wore my boots,
The teacher asked if I wrangled recruits.
I brought my lunch in a tackle box,
Sat next to twins who sniffed their socks.
Math was fine til fractions showed up,
I said “One-half’s what’s left in my cup.”
We read Shakespeare with southern twang,
Turned Romeo into a rodeo gang.
Our science fair pig exploded in foam,
Won second place and a lecture from home.
In gym we learned to dodge and duck,
But not from Larry’s “accidental” truck.
History class was taught by a vet,
Who said Napoleon cried when wet.
They banned our tractors from show-and-tell,
So we brought a goat who read quite well.
By senior year I learned two things: one,
Never eat paste, and always run.
School might be weird, and full of rules,
But it sure beats balin’ hay with mules.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)