Early Release
He barely saw the morning view, he was in such a pother.
He skipped his juice and pancakes. He simply couldn’t bother.
Today no one could find a way to dispel his grief.
His nervousness was clear to all. He couldn’t find relief.
His summer bliss was over. The truth blatantly cruel
as his worst fears came true at last with the first day of school!
He dragged his book bag in the dust and lagged behind the others.
He’d be out at the fishing hole if he had had his druthers.
Pencils his ma had sharpened, he broke against the wall,
so when he had to write things down, he’d have no way at all.
He used his brand new ruler to pry up stones and rocks
to catch red ants and spiders to tie up in his socks.
He caught a lizard just before it zipped under a log,
and put it in his pocket with a field mouse and a frog.
So when he got to school he’d have ample ammunition
to bring the brand new school marm to a sure state of contrition
for imprisoning them all inside on such a nice fall day,
and school would get out early if he had his way!
Prompt words for today are grief, nervous, pother and morning view.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Love this poem and the sentiment of of mischief making child who simply wants to play.
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A bit of that in all of us, huh?
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Laughing!!!!
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You did such a great job with this sonnets and sonnets are not easy to write! I very much enjoyed this poem.
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Thanks, LuAnne
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Very cute! On beautiful days like that, we used to steal a tiny bit of carbide from the chemistry lab, light a match, stick it into carbide and hide it inside the teacher’s desk right before the bell. In about 5 – 7 minutes, carbide would warm up and emit stink like a badly overflowed toilet. Maintenance was called in, and not only our class, but the entire floor would be taken outside to have a good time.
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Naughty naughty. Did you ever get caught?
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Nope! It seems that teachers of all other disciplines were not knowledgeable in science.
I did, however, got in trouble when I tossed an ink pot out the classroom window, and it landed on the vice-principal’s bold head. Picture Gorbachev’s birthmark turning liquid and running into his eyes. I paid dearly for it by getting B in Conduct, and thus a silver medal instead of a gold one (the rest of my grades were all A’s). By law, gold medalists had to take only one college entrance exam, while everyone else, including me, took all four exams.
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Ah the wages of sin. What a rebel you were. Did you mean to hit the vice-principal?
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I didn’t even know he was walking there. Our classroom was on the second floor. I had very long hair that I used to braid anile up on top of my head, like a crown, sort of. It took about three dozen bobby pins to hold it in place. Boys sitting behind me used to hold a magnet next to it, pins would pop out, my braid would unravel and fall into an ink well they helpfully put under it. Imagine what the back of my uniform looked like almost every day! On that day I simply got fed up, turned around, grabbed that ink well, and tossed it out the window. My luck that the vice principal happened to be there!
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Aha.. totally justified. I had a boy who did the same thing. I had long hair as well and once he took his penknife and laid it across his desk and cut my hair off. Just a year ago, he somehow located me and started writing insulting pro-Trump stuff on my Facebook. I was visiting in the states at the time and he said I should go back to Mexico. Once a bully, always a bully.
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Imagine that – he held it for you all these years!
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He just saw I was writing to someone else from our home town, friended me and then saw I was not a Trump lover and started bashing me.. It’s not as though he had me on his mind all these years, I’m sure.
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He is still a jerk, albeit a seasoned one.
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I agree. I always have hopes that bullies will mature into complete people, but guess they rarely do.
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Bullies do not mature. The get frightened out of being bullies. This one never got frightened.
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