Stopping By The School On A Barfy Morning
Apologies to Robert Frost

Whose school this is I think I know,

But now he has some classes though,

Throughout the day from first to eighth,

I wait outside along skid row.

The bell has rung and he is out,

He goes outside and swears about.

He then will part away from friends

Then walk alone with all his clout.

He walks along a dark alley,

I sneak behind so carefully.

I trap him by a dead end wall,

Then gun him down so terribly.

I scream and shout in victory,

The kids will jump so gleefully.

And now the lunchroom cook is gone,

Our stomachs will rest so peacefully.

©1983 Judi Clarke