A Foreshadowing

I've heard it all my life: Wahoo! "Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you." It’s all in the accents and tones. "A toodlerump! Jonathan Blasterscripp!” yelled a classmate on the playground. I’d slid in home on my rear, what a trip! (At least, I was safe all the way round.) Then when I won the spelling bee, I heard loud whispers returning to my chair. "Jon's a pricklesmart, a witwhit, a nerd.” (They couldn’t spell those names on a dare.) The restroom was the worst place to be with a bunch of junior-high boys. "Liptonlips done drunk too much tea.” Or “Turdtumbler’s in there making noise!” (Sometimes, that one fit the occasion.) Girls were just as gross - those snotty sisters in little cliques trying to smear or shun. “Cankerwarf’s got new fever blisters!” ***** In governmental circles as of late, name-calling has become quite the trend... Dubs like Crazy- and Crooked- clearly state that jealousy and arrogance are at wits' end. November 25, 2020