A Treading Hunchback
I walk faster as the bell rings...
resembling a treading hunchback
with the heavy blue backpack;
I enter quickly: twenty-four steps still to climb!
The classmates are quite guile,
he teacher looks mad;
I trot in, throwing a smooch...
she changes her attitude and decides to smile!
Bullies laugh...my seat
is smeared with black ink!
I stand up and loudly scream;
she looks in dismay and rebukes the rascals!
The class ends, I am the first
to head for the door;
she hollers," Stop, pretty boy!"
Ah, on a bunch of banana peels...I slip!
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