September Falls

September, once, in golden days of youth, Enduring boredom left by summer fun, Perchance, 'twas time, and yes, it was in truth, To go to school again, so off I'd run. Enquiring there, the posted classroom list, Mentioning names of friends and one to teach, Below the teacher's name, the friends I'd missed. Em, which teacher? The one to purr or screech? Responsibly, I must get some supplies, For, I'm a big kid, up another grade - A notebook and lunch pail to show the guys, Lest I forget, some marbles I can trade. Let's hope my teacher puts my little chair, So, I'm next to Annette with braided hair.