Academia’s ABC’s
Afternoon: an Albatross ascends above as school adjourns at a quarter past one.
Better not to belittle a bus than to walk and
Carry graded C’s, and see other C’s cluttering the ground as
Dave, the one stray Dalmatian dog drifts by and delves in
Eating, eating, eating those C’s at ease; elation engraved upon his
Features as he, for a moment, forgets the four frilly
Girls that giggle gaily and glide
Happily while
Involved in interesting instances of conversation. Once inside my home I see outside
Kind kids flying K-shaped Kites and eating Kit-Kats while some
Jump, Jive, and Jam to a toy jukebox while playing jacks and eating Jam and Jelly. I spot
Little Lacey who lives next door and likes to do homework late, and play
“Marmalade in the Middle,” mainly on Mondays, with the monkey
Named Ned who never needs an
Operation because
Pretty little Princess Lacey’s primary principle is to protect her playmate from the
Quite often
Received rips and runs and ruins that are not rare with other dolls. But me, I
Study: Spanish, Spanglish, Science, Statistics, Staccato notes on a Saxophone so
That I may toil and tussle my way to the tip top of this “ten percent” I’ve heard of.
Understanding academics, and not unnerved; my undying dream is to enter a university.
Verily, verily I shall vie for this vision and not be veiled by vexation.
When I walk out I feel the wind whispering in whips upon my widely smiling face,
“X-box’s are a ‘NO’, but excellence is a go.” And my grades go up, for it is excellence I
Yearn for, and with much
Zest and zeal, I shall prevail.
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