Scrumptious New Boy In Town

There was a scrumptious new boy in town. We Seniors were agog, He went around the square twice On a Saturday night In small town USA in the middle of America In 1969, this is tantamount to announcing his availability. We sat around waiting for his third pass, but it did not happen. He is scrumptious! We told each other, tittering, and laughing. "He is mine!" Sassy, one of our pushier dollies let us know We backed off for she was the original mean girl. And we were all Bible-belt-home-grown, Not wanting to take on her devil ways She came running up to us in the hallway two weeks later The first day of school. "Scrumptious is here!" she screamed. Scrumptious was our new Shorthand teacher. I was glad I had already signed up for Shorthand class For many tried to get in after seeing this blue-eyed boy Who was all of twenty, so much older, but still scrumptious. Scrumptious was great to look at from afar, but took shorthand Way too seriously. It was a difficult class. I never told Sassy how serious he was, Choosing to tease her a bit for she was one of the ones Who did not get a seat in a class that made us work hard For our grade; very very hard. Scrumptious? Not any more.