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Our Class

Instruct a wise ass class to boo
If they’re not paying attention to you.
Say boo who and stand on your head.
Do anything but play dead.
And maybe with some luck you’ll hit a note
so high you’ll cut just one throat.
But some may have suffered a listless night
tipping bottles half-numb for a fight.

Then it’s a turn to discuss weathers
Honk noses and fly over feathers.
If they bother to follow go north by south
Look backwards and dare them to pass your mouth.
Watch them talk in circles. Help them along.
End remote classes with a trembling song
like row row row your canoe across the sky.
And wouldn’t it be great if they could cry
and see all they missed as they tried to pass
one goose after another in their class.
And shouldn’t they pay more attention than giving it a yank
and ending up with a big smile instead of a bank.
But whatever you do don’t let them see
crying in your own beer for little old we.

Published in Poetry