Perpetual Queasy Student Days Recess 1
Decades since frittering like - yule
ne'er believe me, boot true
lee, I wreck clues lee wasted
my life lock, stock, and barrel
as if there whiz no tomorrow,
this skein knee boy didst spool
away youth like some drool
ling doggone motley fool
while mutely dumbfounded taking -
as undeclared seriously gruel
ling studious favorite pursuit - duel
major space and time, believing
them tubby (out
of this world), and cool,
yet unbeknownst tummy then
more precious than any jewel,
hence this faux Einstein,
who got pool
lightly dubbed"the quietest
student", albeit still
underhandedly cuffed and cruel
moniker, nonetheless wool
worth being spot on,
though when within comfort
of home aye
yak act did mule
lush, non provoke'n, neither tool
ling with smoke'n,
funny weed, but more specifically
class (sic) self serving
as token passive non rule
breaker counted among
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2018
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