No Bigger Than a Baritone Horn - Part 1 and a Half
Upon entering Methacton Junior High School as rookie Warrior,
(the sturm un drang sports team mascot)
no doubt this goy he brew
a facade sans being wimpy kid, bookish nerd, and puny dork
who felt wracked with crew
zing the by gone memory lance of nostalgia to return
and return as endless student at
the Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School,
where failing grades drew
my parents to a private discussion within said
(the one room per grade school house) few
till efforts resulted numb hatter attendance proceeded
(via non-stellar academic performance grew
significant when graduating the sixth grade.
No moment of solace experienced, nor integration this hue
man experienced, and the arctic chill recurring every day
on par with notions of bing holed up in an igloo.
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