All the Kids Aged Twelve Gone
When I got there, I saw none:
All the kids aged Twelve gone;
The Dreamers to be University Don;
Plus the one I knew would be A CON
His case files already weighing a ton
And should make The Faint-Hearted run!
An Unacceptable Habit has been born
And True Discipline badly torn;
You ask me its name - Brazen Truancy:
A school child’s infuriating Flippancy
And Vast Topic in Delinquency …
Announcing and condemning Teacher’s Inefficiency
But alluding some father’s Inadequacy
And Character Training’s unchallenged intricacy
A truancy of a chosen morn
Was to hit the next day’s dawn
With the deviants refusing to mourn
Because it has to do with corn
They weren’t told its color could be fawn!
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