Can't think,
Brain dumb,
Inspiration won't come.
Bum pen,
No ink,
Best wishes,
Amen.
That little rhymer was scribbled into my grade school autograph books on numerous occasions by various classmates.
In the third grade, the teasing began:
Not because you're dirty,
Not because you're clean,
But because you kissed a boy
Behind a magazine.
As we got older, the rhymes would take on a more lewd tone (at a third grade level, that is):
She offered her honour,
He honoured her offer,
And all night long,
He was on her and off her.
We tee-hee'd over that one, thinking we were so bad.
I haven't a clue why we persisted year after year, in ceremoniously making the rounds of the class in order to get each person's John Henry. We were very much a community school; there wasn't a single classmate that didn't walk to and from school. The day after school ended and every day during the summer, we would find each other at the neighbourhood public pool, so the point of bidding each other "adieu" in our Mickey Mouse autograph books was fairly pointless. I guess the idea was to hold onto the books on the off chance that one of our classmates would become a famous porn star or politician or both and then we'd have some priceless memorabilia. Unfortunately, i am the child of two completely unsentimental people who are the absolute anti-thesis of pack rats. Sigh ...
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Cute poetry!
I just remember:
"Sex is evil.
Evil is a sin.
Sins are forgiven.
So sex is in!"
Yes, that was Grade 3.
No poems here....I am not a saver at all, too much stuff tossed away, sometimes I regret that.
Dickey: You obviously were far more precocious than I was!!! And as far as I'm concerned ... sex is always in!
Coffedog: I'm a minimalist and a tosser, too. I'm married to the ultimate pack rat. You can just imagine the arguments we have!
I agree with CD. Though I have managed to save most all my yearbooks. we never had cool poems. Well, maybe we did, but no one told them to me.
Greg: Really? I would have had you pegged for poetry of the type that Dickey had.
I have notes we handed back and forth in class [which are all concerned with which boys are cute and where we were going to get alcohol for the week-end], but I don't have much from grade school. That's neat that you do.
Snooze: I envy you! I kept a bagful of notes that I'd had with various girlfriends from junior high, no doubt similar to the ones you had, but I think my mother in one of her purging phases pitched it out. The only thing I have now that are vaguely sentimental are my high school yearbooks. Unfortunately, I can't remember half the people who signed them!
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