Junior High School Lessons: A Poetic Memory
Brush, Brush, Brush!
Welllll.....
I'm so confused:
I don't know
who
I'm s'posed to obey:
Today in school,
a dental "hy-genie"
Said to us, "...if you don't
spatter the mirror,
you're not brushing
correctly."
Now MOM is mad....
but the lady
didn't say
anything about...
wiping the mirror.
About This Poem
Written as a retrospective well over 20 years after my jr. high school days, in September of 1987, with a couple of minor tweaks in June of 2010, and March of 2018.
© 2010 Liz Elias