Call Me Firestarter
Yes I can tell you I really liked school.
And yet sometimes I'd break a rule.
Peer pressure would drag me down.
Often I acted like class clown.
One day we were sneaking a smoke
in the girl's bathroom when all hell broke.
Up the hall a teacher came.
And surely I would catch the blame!
Tossed my smoke right in the trash.
Thought it was out-guess that was rash!
Teacher came in and let out a scream.
The trash can ablaze was a really bad dream!
Anxiously I awaited my fate.
My regret came just a bit too late!
Knew my parents would not be happy.
Suspended and grounded would be crappy!
written 5/13/2015
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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