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Onerous task confronted teachers and parents

As prospective students
ably ready themselves to matriculate
and/or first set little feet 
inside halls of learning,
I rebroadcast a poem crafted
at the height of Covid-19.

A couple years gone back educators
adaptation regarding coronavirus 
severely impacted on the classroom,
which modifications necessitated school boards 
to rejigger methodology teaching paradigm,  
quite herculean feat yours truly
(self tasked himself with assignment)
attempted to encapsulate difficulty courtesy 

his handy dandy trademark poetic flair;
through arbitrarily chosen words, 
nevertheless encompassed feeble effort 
forthwith present authored outcome 
read endeavor printed below, 
which attempt barely hinted 
at near insurmountable obstacles
pandemic loosed upon webbed wide world.

The following reasonable 
already obsolete rhyme
verst animated mine 
faux class (sic) lilting brogue
courtesy coronavirus (COVID-19) rogue,
wrought approximate sixth month academic hiatus,
nevertheless September 1st, 2020
signaled resumption of school year 
back in vogue.

Countless challenges abounded 
as millions of students 
(darting to and fro, hither and yon 
analogous to flagellated spermatozoa)
did re:zoom
even fetus soon did kickstart 
to get academic jumpstart while in utero 
eventually nudged out of womb, 
whence a new born babe 
cradled in mother's arms
lulled to sleep listening to Mozart
while older siblings 

awaited crossing guard signal
when one after another 
bus came by... vroom,
whereby administrators established 
virtual and/or actual room
adapted to delegate assignments 
as reported by local newsroom
facilitated by unrenown, 
unstoried, and untutored writer,
most likely a bonafide married, 
and once former unbridled groom.

Though mind boggling, death defying,
and harrowing scenario daring to crisscross
(dangerous information 
super highway road)
confronted those most qualified to teach
impressionable minds to overload,
nevertheless I envy those learning
courtesy high tech mode,
whereby inquiring inquisitive young students 
taught abc's including
modus operandi how to code.

Virtual golden (gated) opportunity
spectacularly presented to bridge, 
kickstart, and buttress children
immodestly excited and
amenable to learn online,
while one old googly eyed
aging pencil necked geek
made his poetic cameo appearance
crafting awareness about severe complication
hash-tagging those best equipped to instruct,

which alternatives pinterest me
linkedin, trumpeted nsync with
tried and true orthodox methodology
(think white/blackboard
with markers and/or chalk respectively),
who by the way never got chosen to
clap erasers outside,
neither folded flag ditto after said
emblematic sanctified cloth unfurled,
nor ever served as safety patrol.

Though born within baby boom generation,
I horrendously, nobly, royally struggled
to acquire cognitive consonance
invariably experiencing cognitive dissonance
who floundered like a fish out of water
forever barely achieving passable grade.

Bard of Perkiomen Valley 
readily attests de facto failure
if hypothetically enrolled 
in kindergarten today,
he would get demoted to preschool
(a slight bit of hyperbole),
thus laments abysmal track record,
whereby attending conventional
schools of hard knocks
situated within Lower Providence district
emotionally fractured psyche
until this very waking moment,
and moost likely mine
remaining tenure on Earth.

Concomitant to foster
misgivings of wretchedness,
I harbor jealousy 
at young whip smart kids,
who already possess laudatory command
concerning salient technological knowhow,
me far beyond paternal parental stage
yet speculate how child raising
could allow, enable and provide
insight into latest 
cutting edge binary wizardry.

Less impactful upon precocious
boys and girls hungry 
as a caterpillar for knowledge
included protracted time eons ago,
when fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters
experienced opportunities to
relish countless hours whittled away
being tutored as son(s) 
and/or daughter(s) for stereotypical roles.

Within realm of cyberspace
positive kudos extolled mentoring progeny
about rudimentary concepts
(plus edifying offspring
about all encompassing 
social media platforms netiquette)
aided in turn with
sophisticated computer programs
(possibly created by little Einsteins)
invariably lovingly bonding (yeah right).
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