Hey Look At Miss Kay
It is college visit day! I am the adult in charge.
Taking eighteen sixth graders, some rather large.
They get off the bus and try to keep up with me.
I’m the old one, but filled with enduring energy.
We tour the dorms, the campus, the bookstore and such.
They are limping as we climb steps, some very much.
Keep up! I yell, in a happy, exuberant carefree kind of way,
Glad they cannot keep up with me – an old woman who’s gray.
We finally get to the end of our tour, and are shown a video.
They show them how to dress from side to side, head to toe.
Specifically show fuzzy socks and sandals and say this is not the right way.
One points to my feet and yells “Hey! Look at Miss Kay!”
They all look and snicker and laugh and one passes some gas.
I am glad they can have such fun, so I give them a pass.
I am wearing my fuzzy socks and my crocs, a bit of a fool,
But I am not limping as we get on the bus to return to school.
Written 6-28-2011
Contest: Fuzzy socks and crocs
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
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