Lord Canary [Written while in Social Studies Class
At Como Park, Jr. High School, 1962]
Lord Canary—
(Not sure why we call him that)
A teacher at Como Jr. High,
Teaches us students about mirrors,
Mirrors, mirrors, everyday,
Simply yelping on and on…!
Common sense is never given
In this class of Social Studies
[Not in the least];
All us students would like to tell him:
“He’s Crazy!”
Yet, he’d simply go on and on,
Anyhow, about those blasted
Mirrors, mirrors, mirrors:
Reflections of mirrors,
Anyway…!
But came the day,
(As all days do—)
He yelled with dread,
While looking in a mirror
And said, “Oh my gosh!”
We all (us students) saw him as a
Chirping Canary, and so we drew one
One day, right there in our classroom
On his blasted old mirror!!
Note by the author: “This poem was written in 1962, while I was attending Como Park, Jr. High School, Social Studies class, bored out of his mind, as was every other student. I wrote this poem, until now unpublished (and recently found among my old papers), as you most likely will agree, as it should be, was written with a teenagers hand. But for the fun of it, I have added it to this collection. This is perhaps one of my first twenty-poems (#17).
At Como Park, Jr. High School, 1962]
Lord Canary—
(Not sure why we call him that)
A teacher at Como Jr. High,
Teaches us students about mirrors,
Mirrors, mirrors, everyday,
Simply yelping on and on…!
Common sense is never given
In this class of Social Studies
[Not in the least];
All us students would like to tell him:
“He’s Crazy!”
Yet, he’d simply go on and on,
Anyhow, about those blasted
Mirrors, mirrors, mirrors:
Reflections of mirrors,
Anyway…!
But came the day,
(As all days do—)
He yelled with dread,
While looking in a mirror
And said, “Oh my gosh!”
We all (us students) saw him as a
Chirping Canary, and so we drew one
One day, right there in our classroom
On his blasted old mirror!!
Note by the author: “This poem was written in 1962, while I was attending Como Park, Jr. High School, Social Studies class, bored out of his mind, as was every other student. I wrote this poem, until now unpublished (and recently found among my old papers), as you most likely will agree, as it should be, was written with a teenagers hand. But for the fun of it, I have added it to this collection. This is perhaps one of my first twenty-poems (#17).
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