I Begged Her
Our art teacher was half our age
He had his job because his father was Hubie,
As head art teacher.
Our guy, Mr.D was a newbie
Mr D begged us to put our latest paintings in the art show.
Kathy and I did this immediately to help him out and a possible win.
Nellie, our carmate who had talked nonstop about how great hers was
Said “No.”
I kept begging her and begging her so she finally gave in.
Mr D was overjoyed. He ran to the judges with our 3 paintings.
Came back with one. Apparently Nellie’s did not make the cut
Her face got red she glared at me and she clamped up her mouth.
If you think the 79 mile ride home was fun...anything but.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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