Redeemed
“That’s not my elephant”, the complaint of little Cinder Ella.
Her teacher’s aid, a student, was a very perplexed fella.
How could he find their drawings? They all looked like spaghetti.
“Oh there’s my cat. I’ll sign it”. He watched as she wrote Netti.
He was surrounded by a mass of searching second graders.
He felt caught in the middle of a sea of small invaders.
He wished there was a “Bill of Rights” to help the situation.
Wanting to quit, he managed to resist the great temptation.
“Oh there it is,” cried Ella. Very much to his surprise,
Her drawing of an elephant was easy to recognize.
Perhaps Ella would be the one to rise to wealth and fame,
And help him to find his worth in his chosen teaching game.
For Matt Calairi's contest. "That's Not My Elephant"
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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