Today’s genre: School Story (info on genre here)
Other than English class
I was a doomed student…
Too much stress at home
Lacked focus, concentration
Brain, a sieve, leaked teachers’
Words while hormone-fueled
Fantasies flew wild.
Junior High, insane bane of
8th-grade geography had its star.
Not that I retained anything of
Lessons…couldn’t label a map
Correctly to save pitiful young soul.
I sat, attentive, for single reason…
Only to gaze most adoringly at
‘Forever’ heartthrob, Mr A.
(Inked initials all over notebook.)
He was movie-idol handsome…
Coal black hair, blue ice eyes
Perfect planes of masculine face
Physique to model classic suit.
Harsh, typically irritated, he liked
To bang yardstick on front row’s
Desks…teaching, probably not
His first-choice profession.
I can’t recall my final grade, made
Shameful showing, I suppose:
Crowded Europe into space
Of England…sighed, as I admired
Mr A’s straight nose.
Wherever you are, Mr A, you still hold place in my heart♥
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