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In English classes back in School

You'd think that I was dead;

My eyes would glaze, my mouth would drool

While poetry was read.

Though often I would sit and draw

On the blank side of my page,

Until my English teacher saw

And erupted into rage:

“YOU WRETCHED CHILD! YOU SILLY NOODLE!

SIT UP AND PAY ATTENTION!

IF YOU DON'T STOP THAT STUPID DOODLE

I'LL THROW YOU IN DETENTION!”

My teacher could write a better poem

Than this, with his education,

But I'd ashame him if I show him

That mine has an illustration.