Clowns in the Classroom
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Students' attitudes were dismal;
composition skills, abysmal!
Desperate to make things better,
teachers asked expert go-getters,
“Will you please get their attention?
What we need’s an intervention,
something new-wave, fresh, progressive—
something youth will find impressive!”
“We'll help you!" those experts asserted.
“HEROES!” weary teachers blurted.
“While you fix this situation,
we’ll just take a short vacation.”
Dressed as clowns, with bright red noses,
“experts” taught how one composes
essays. Students were attentive
to instructions so inventive:
“Slap those thoughts down. Hurry! Hurry!
Incoherent? Shucks, don’t worry.
Spelling, punctuation, grammar—
Smash ‘em with a great-big hammer.
Sentence structure, keep ignoring!
Writing standards are so boring.
Creativity, they smother.
Rules--I’d ban if I’d my druthers.
Pay no mind to your lame teachers.
Go play games behind the bleachers!”
Teachers soon returned expecting
with these kids they’d be connecting,
reading their descriptive writing,
in which they would be delighting.
What they found was quite confounding,
red-nosed youth in clown suits pounding
on their books with rubber hammers,
yelling, “We don’t need no grammars!”
May 1, 2021
entered in charlotte Puddifoot's Open Poetry contest 4
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