Elementary School Memories

 

 

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As a fine young boy in the first grade I was very shy,
I was a good looking kid and I really don’t know why,
But I talked to myself as I sat at my desk in the class,
In a voice from within hoping my problem would pass.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Elementary School Memories

 

 

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Mrs Adams was my teacher in the first grade that year,
Who seemed like a very nice lady but I still had some fear.
Because I did not know any of the other boys and girls,
And to me it seemed like a whole brand new world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I remember one time when I was sitting it the class,
I had to pee bad and I kept telling myself ” I can last,”
Until recess so I just won’t have to go up and ask,
In front of the whole class embarrassing my little ass.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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But as it turned out, I just couldn’t hold it inside me,
And I wet my pants and my shirt with that nasty pee.
My embarrassment was fifty times worse that day,
As Mom had to bring up some dry clothes for Billy Ray.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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As I sat waiting in the nurses office feeling very sad,
I asked myself “Why didn’t I ask like a normal lad?”
I learned a lesson that day and it didn’t happen again.
I overcame my own shyness the hard way back then.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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In the third grade my teacher was Mrs Rash so profound.
That year there was a very weird fad going around.
Guys went to a pharmacist and get a bottle so small,
Of cinnamon concentrate with a good flavor for all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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They would take about 10 round wooden toothpicks,
And drop them in the cinnamon concentrate so thick,
And let them soak over night giving them strong flavor,
Then put one in their mouth in class that flavor to savor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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That one little toothpick would last them for hours,
As that strong fine cinnamon flavor they did devour.
While it made their breath smell so very fresh then.
So after a while I decided to get in on the fun with them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I got me a bottle of concentrate and toothpicks too,
And made my own cinnamon toothpicks special brew.
But with the first one out, I spilled the bottle all out,
And the strong smell of cinnamon went all about.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mrs Rash got sick and they let our class out early,
The next day my desk still smelled strong and burly.
And cinnamon concentrate was banned from school,
Which kind of made me feel like a great big ole fool.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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So I guess I personally put an end to that fine fad,
Although I did not get punished for being so bad.
But I did get us out of school classes for a half of a day,
Gaining some peer notoriety for myself for that dumb play.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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By Bill

 

 

 

 

 

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Thanks for reading Elementary School Memories,
Bill