Write-up
She said a cuss word right out loud,
A bad one (you can smell).
I didn't like the boy she cussed,
Had thought the same myself.
~o0o~
But she was loud and all had heard
Her break the handbook rule.
I hated to, but wrote her up,
To keep the tempers cool.
~o0o~
I try to keep abreast of things,
And lean toward what is right,
But sometimes what I WANT and do,
Don't meet each other quite.
~o0o~
She said a cuss word right out loud.
It wasn't all that bad.
But had I not then handled it,
We'd both be very sad.
~o0o~
Her peers would tell the matter,
And I'd be called to state,
Just why I hadn't done more.
And that's the part I hate.
~o0o~
Because he'd pushed her to it,
And I'd have done the same,
Were I an eighth grade student,
With hormones still untamed.
~O0O~
Music: Everybody Hurts Sometime
Oh Oh Oh!!! I LOVE this one! First of all, I thoroughly enjoyed being catapulted back into jr. high, and remembering a similar instance where I got in a little trouble over that, and secondly, I took great pleasure in knowing that you agreed(in a way) with what the girl had done, that the boy was deserving such a name... Your poetry continually evokes great mental pictures, and when accompanied by the art on the page along with it, well.. all I can say is that I've been up all night and cannot bear to leave.... :-)