Indistinct Class

Thought I had this thought!
But, the idea shriveled,
Then flittered away.
So, dropping my hand,
Looking out a handy window,
And dreamed of randy play.
But, my baby has gone,
And so the dream faltered,
Then got carted away.
So, back to the classroom
Which enrapted my attendance;
To this prison I’m sentenced.
Polynomial pretensions.
Past participle declensions.
Where did my Sunday go?
Here’s comes the teacher;
Such an unlovely creature:
Calling on me? OH NO!

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on March 30, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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