read a book once

Read a book once Folded the corners To mark my progress. It was sort of a Wagon train read Long, torturous, A seemingly endless quest For an unknown destination Pictured only in the minds Of others Who Sadly Were only aggrandizing What they were told. The book I read Had been chosen for me By a deranged English teacher/football coach Before the era of the Concussion Protocol. The Book Report I wrote Received an “A” I believe because I trashed the book Question why it was assigned As it was a tedious read Containing statistical As well as anecdotal Documentation Of its unreadability Or more likely because He was hung over After the football team Beat our traditional rival.