Grammar School Theatrics
speak up my dear
the class can't hear you
when you mumble
e-n-u-n-c-i-a-t-e
stand up straight
pull that hair back
from your face
no wonder no one wants
to play with you
at recess all you ever do
is sit outside the classroom door
nose in a book
"look, look! it's bug-eyes"
she hears somebody say
"she's such a booger-nosed,
knobby-kneed, goober-dweeb"
she waits . . .
until their voices fade
to wipe her tears
away
Copyright © Teresa Guild | Year Posted 2011
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