Yesterday’s Three Word Wednesday assignment, brought to us by Bone, is to write something with the following words: Avoid, Class & Sticky… Like I often did in school, I’m turning in mine a day late. My poem is about a lesson learned early for Sage, whom you see as an elementary school student in the photo to the left. I’m glad that today I have an electronic desktop.
A lesson learned
When in class and bored
avoid exploring under your desktop
where gross sticky remains from ages past
lurk and wait
for unsuspecting fingers.
Sound advice.
ReplyDeleteew. icky. yuck.
ReplyDeleteAW....so cute! I assume you grew into those teeth.
ReplyDeleteYuck, it is! Nicely written...
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, cute photo!
ReplyDeleteReminds me of a hamburger joint I used to frequent that had a sign advertising free gum with an arrow pointing under the countertop.
ReplyDeleteAnd I am still in school sometimes sitting on those broken desks!
ReplyDelete:D
:shuddering: I remember those feelings well!
ReplyDeleteAnd ha! about turning in your homework late, still to this day. Some things don't change? ;)
Dan, i wasn't thinking of it being advice as I was making fun of something I thought was gross.
ReplyDeleteKontan, and that's from a teacher!
Kenju, I think I grew into them, of course I'm sure my beard hides my smile :)
Tumble, thanks!
Diane, I use to be cute!
Ed, I don't know if I'd eat there a second time
Gautami, keep your fingers on top! :)
TC, Change? (that's the subject of my next post and actually, when I turned my homework in, it was generally on time).
ReplyDeletePerfect "flash" story.
ReplyDeleteCheers.
Like this. I kept going to new schools--they built them we came--so didn't have that problem
ReplyDeleteEd - One can only hope he was referring to gum.
ReplyDeleteSage - Don't you find the picture a bit ironic? In it, you have more hair on the top. Today, it's the other way around. Cursed Father Time. ;-)
You would if you tasted the burgers. There were none better.
ReplyDeleteAw, you haven't changed a bit. Just a beard on that pic and it's you. :)
ReplyDeleteFunny poem, btw.
There was nothing grosser than finding a mysterious yuck under your desk.
ReplyDeleteCute kid!