A penny carefully wedged in braids
Shiny and new but tiny
Just a few could know
Repressing laughter until
Her turn at the board
The penny jumped for it
Ding, ting-a-ling, roll
Nobody could not know
Then since Patty Braids
Blushed with shame and rage
It couldn't be brushed off
Mr. Instructor called for the culprit
To even the score
Embarrassing the boy not nearly as much
With a penny on his nose 'til the bell
And it only fell once
JM
2 comments:
In High School, after everybody had left, I would roll nickels down the long hallways - they'd go all the way, and I'd hear a loud tink all the way at the other end of the hall - and these were some really really long hallways . . . I'd do that mess . . . I probably should have been out smokin dope or chasin skirt or somethin. I was a mixed up kid.
and then what happened?
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