Kids From School
This is a few short verses about some friends of mine in school,
Most of us thought that we were kind of hep and super cool.
But there were those kids that thought their stuff just didn’t stink,
That thought the rest of us were just nerds not fit for their blink.
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(The pictures for this Blog came from my 1961 Phillips High School Yearbook)
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Kids From School
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In the 1st grade a girl named Judy could run faster than the boys.
They all took her on, but she was just too fast and very coy,
I think later she started letting some of them beat her running,
As she grew wiser to the point of being extremely cunning.
Judy Kay
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In the 2nd grade there was a girl named Dorothy that I knew,
We were dining in the cafeteria when she barfed up cream corn too.
It went all over her tray and into mine making me sort of ill.
To this day I have not been able to eat any creamed corn still.
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Dorothy
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In the 3rd grade there was this kid, Randall, who was a brat.
We were in the bathroom to pee one day and I called him fat.
He got real mad and jumped right on top of me on the floor,
He was tougher than I thought, and my whole body got sore.
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Randall
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In the 4th grade there was this girl named Sandra that told on me,
For drawing fine pictures on my desk with an ink pen, you see.
To pay her back, one day I squirted all the ink that was in my pen,
On the back of her pants in the seat ahead of me she was sitting in.
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Sandra
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In the 5th grade, this kid named Johnny hid in the locker at lunch,
The class resumed and he stayed there hidden wadded in a bunch,
The girls started giggling loud and the teacher smelled a rat.
And asked them to tell her where in the world Johnny was at.
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Johnny
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In the 6th grade, Ricky, Scott, and I wrote on a fence at school,
We got caught and had to wash it all off while feeling like fools.
We then got our butts paddled with a great big wooden board,
Making them sting to high heaven begging mercy from the Lord.
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Scott, Rick, and Me
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In the 7th grade, a kid named Russell and I were feeling so low,
As the only two kids that didn’t make the choir after singing solo.
I was hurt quite a lot because I really didn’t sing so awfully bad,
Unless I tried to make my voice deeper than it really was, it’s so sad.
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Russell
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In the 8th grade, I was a soft ball playing fool with Dickie it’s true,
I could catch those flies with my bare hands and hit the ball too,
We played on a ball field not far from my Stark Street home.
Where all the neighborhood kids there did often like to roam.
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Dickie
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When I was in the 9th grade I played volleyball at noon with Phillip,
We played on the basketball court with a high net to develop
Our skills and exercise some with something for us all to do.
We all had fun even if it was a nerds game to the higher class few.
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Phillip
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In the 10th grade, I rode around in Billy Von’s Studebaker so cool,
He cut backwards donuts in the the gravel parking lot at school.
Sometimes we drove around tossing water balloons for fun.
If we hit someone, he peeled out as if we were criminals on the run.
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Billy Von
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I think this poem is long enough to meet my own standard now.
So this will be a good time to shut in down as I do know how.
So farewell to all you poem readers with your great insight,
As I bid you good bye and hope you have a very pleasant night.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading Kids From School,
Bill