The Peterson Directed Handwriting System

The Peterson Directed Handwriting System... Tis beyond the depth and scope of this electronic post, and author, what triggers deliverance housing bounty full memory absorbance, yet no matter how many heat sinks plumb cognizance, most ordinary happenstance often dredge up old nettlesome rusty mettlesome names of teachers forbearance nearly half century ago recalled in a flash, and helped birth this poetic instance break open literary piece de resistance, yet I will make no subsequent reference albeit once, about Peterson Handwriting non cursively typed poem filled with nonsensical abundance dashed off viz seat of my squarepants typed, via strong arm lance meant tubby considered pure entertainment, so...,this rhyme merely hints at cerebral imbalance as minor rave and rants, culled from convenient 20/20 hindsight stance, while this quiet as bobbing sponge minutely straddled across space time continuum expanse, and (analogously, invisibly, plus quixotically perched circumstance amidst wide webbed worldly metaphysical, intellectual, and existential kants), yet unable to disguise me porous (poor ass) student advance barely getting promoted, cuz sigh re: Seine ed lee imaged myself prince charming to frolic and prance, and dreamt about being in France, when teacher called on me, I immediately (whistled like a little teapot) appearance, whereby steam issued out chrome dome (scanned hull – i.e. numb skull) affixed on short and stout genetic grants, which noggin always (automatically) looked askance, while me got alphabetically seated from grades three to six (mrs wells, mister stout, missus shaner, and miss rinderle respectively) with absolute zero exuberance (at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School, I just recalled aforementioned randomly accessed memory by chance casually rifling thru memory bank, freelance sing, while pissing away time performing, "I gotta urinate dance," thus rendering painstaking years perfecting penmanship style (reference poem title) executed with Liberace flamboyance, whereat yours truly obsessively and compulsively excelled at duplicating signature compliance plus crossing T's and dotting I's with rapacious perfectly ruled slants.