I wrote this poem when I was fourteen, and it’s still the best school assignment I’ve ever turned in.
Tearing at my skull.
Popping veins out of everyone’s head;
making grandmas wish they were dead.
feeling like you’re on the verge
your clumsy body ’bout to surge
into another world,
full of wonder
And best of all, there’s
Making feet tap
Waking a dog’s nap
Making rude neighbors mad
and suddenly you hear your Dad?!
“Hey!!!! What’s going on up There!!!!”
Author’s note I got an A plus on the poem plus the class presentation, which shined (thanks spork) The teacher pulled me aside and told me how great it was. She said it should be published. She said she’d see what she could do.
I never heard back from her. She didn’t say I had talent or try to nurture me or push me in any way.
Her name is Jane Thompson and I’ve heard she’s recently retired with a queen’s farewell and still lives under the water tower in Cleveland.
Eggs at the ready.