Grammar School Theatrics

speak up my dear the class can't hear you when you mumble e-n-u-n-c-i-a-t-e stand up straight pull that hair back from your face no wonder no one wants to play with you at recess all you ever do is sit outside the classroom door nose in a book "look, look! it's bug-eyes" she hears somebody say "she's such a booger-nosed, knobby-kneed, goober-dweeb" she waits . . . until their voices fade to wipe her tears away