I thought I’d seen it all before
That spring day that spirited, frisky
Kid frolicked into school on all fours,
Gamboling through the halls
Of knowledge, all hell breaking loose
Before the dumbstruck pupils
And their all-seeing teacher finally
Got smart, chased the demon away.
John Milton, meet Bill Grogan’s Goat!
ReplyDeleteI love this one, Vassilis. What's funny--and you couldn't know--is that I just finished the draft of a poem in which I dithered between "frolic" and "gambol" and ended up getting rid of both. Now I know where those two words went! Back into the word-hoard we seem to share. Wheee!
ReplyDeleteWilliam,
ReplyDeleteYou scallywag--you finally got my goat, while I seem to have gotten Joe's before he could let it out to pasture! Great to see such bucolic mischief frolicking amongst us--thanks!
This is such a rollicking rhyme. I love it. I can see it all in my mind's eye. Wonderful
ReplyDeleteElisabeth,
ReplyDeleteI wish you could have seen it in person--this poem is stale in comparison! Thank you!