High School Daze

Greetings Hairballers,

During the last meeting of my former writing group, Gordon the Dull-Yet Tactless informed everyone, upon hearing my offering, that he wrote that sort of thing when he was in high school.  What a helpful critique!

Under hockey rules, Gordon would have gotten an unsportsmanlike penalty.  I would have gotten tossed for hitting him over the head with my stick.  So is the pen mightier than the sword but not the stick?

Don’t know where I’ll get my inspiration now.  Guess I’ll always have Congress.

How much inspiration can I take?

To commemorate this little event, I’ve pulled out my inner sophomore.  Here goes.  Oh, and I’ve tossed four quarters in the carping cup for making it an issue.

High School Daze©

         FMHORNER

Memories of teenage years

can make me smile or cringe

I for one am glad they came

and went and will not return again

senior proms and bee hive hair

and shoes that matched my skirt

*slips that kept sliding down

because I’m short and had to rolled them up

watching American Bandstand,

the required activity of the day,

and lamenting that I wasn’t like

Annette—my young life in ruins

‘til Friday night dances at the CYO,

they had the best rock n’ roll in town,

and smoking cigarettes in the girls,

where Father Alfred dare not go

raging hormones, bad hair days

and constant attention to my clothes

kept me occupied and

writing free

except for home work and

those thank you notes my Mother insisted

that I compose or

be thought a barbaric troll

         (true story):

Dear Aunt Jeanne,

Thank you for the sweetshirt (yes, that’s how I spelled it).  I like it a lot and it’s very nice.

Thank you,

Your niece, Ferne

P.S.  the cat threw up on it and Mom doesn’t know if she can get the vomit out.

I knew it all back then

everyone else was wrong

too young to realize wisdom comes

with age and exposure to the world

with MAD and SEVENTEEN my bibles,

I studied hard and hung on every word

shallow was time consuming-work

but with dedication came success

until the 60s arrived and changed all that

“hell no, we won’t go…”

not now, that’s for another time

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*do they still make slips?  does anyone own one?

Hairballs to it all.  Stay curious.