Monday, March 29, 2010

poem In Praise of Middle School


Spam
for Middle School

Oh dare if she or what she's gonna say
Self-deary portraits on pink morning glib rise
Sunken gift of the hair flip give up
My pale memory serves me wrong but what do i know
As a kid I always thought how cool "to get grounded"
Because of the way it sounded from all
The white classmates. Grounded? We eat spam
And white rice and vienna sausage.

-Clippy

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