Good morning, Miss Slip:
I was beginning to edge
Close to dispair.
The time was late.
The classroom closed.
Did our teachers care?
The new classroom looks nice.
Candles swirl light into shadows.
Reflecting light on curved steel.
Lighter than air feather boas.
And glistening spiked leather.
Laura Earl's heart in the heather
One could almost hear Muttly pucker.
His mind soaring to the Heavens
From doldrums and tucker.
Fair Gabz moves around.
Her jaw just a' gaping.
Gasping at the many sturdy rolls.
For Robert's eventual duct-taping.
Dutchgirl and Texan's fingers slowly drift.
Over the Rack and intriguing rough hewn tables.
Eager not to cause a disturbance or rift.
Anxious to learn and use the power of words.
While de-constructing the Left's Tower Of Babel.
Jack.