I'm a Poet and You Didn't Know It
When I was in elementary school, the classes used to take turns serving lunch in the cafeteria. Even at the tender age of 11 I recognized that this work didn’t exactly require the full measure of my intelligence. So, as I was dishing up that mysterious taco meat I wrote a poem in my mind. Here it is for your reading enjoyment:
While standing in line to receive my toxic school lunch
I felt a little funny, and I had a hunch
That I’d gotten way too close to the unyielding, filthy stench
And I figured that in gym class I’d be sitting on the bench.
Strange enough, when gym class came I didn’t feel all queer
And I wondered if I’d feel that way on Valentine’s next year.
I don’t know where the idea came from, but I still think it’s a pretty good poem for an 11-year-old. Do you have any stories of creativity at a young age?