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when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with exception of sixth)

     freely exercised diabolical chord
churlish beastial animalistic
     zealous yakking, wickedly,
     aye (a basket case) deplored

unprintable (epithets) this then
     (unprincipled urchin) puny pupil felt lord
did over whacked, sans receiving end,
     viz fiendishly gruesome
     hellish instructions mean teacher scored.

Assignments buttressed with ultimatums 
harkening back to Jurassic period earlier 
in the dawning primate consciousness. 

Lesson material kindled justifiable license 
in league garnered insignia heft brought pupils 
to heal predicated, via warpped weft woven 
wonderfully wrought writs welcomed whips 
with warranty whenever recalcitrant ruffian 
refused respecting reptilian rubric representative 
saber rattling, where...

(The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver 
of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will 
Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do), 
which loosely rendered regularly warbled 

wishy washy verse curmudgeons freedom
granted to interpret as one decrepit, hawkish
insignia certified one beaming Eve and/or 
stud deed brute soffit.

Education often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to or from Aunt Emma to this Jack, 
oh napeswho never wrote back
sheesh, alas and alack.

Nefarious mean linkedin kickstarter jawboning 
torturous treatment tolerated, asper imps 
of pervert, mutant Ninja Turtles duty bound 
antsy youthful yokel yodelers weathering ululating 
sing-song quintessential precepts.

adieu:
math a hew
scott harris a gentile Jew
all ways felt like new
kid on the block isolated

     in his hermetically sealed queue
pay perm ash shay watched per view
whew
at last in conk clew shun to you
from one primate within the human zoo.
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