by matthew scott harris
(schwenksville, pennsylvania)
A rhetorical question finds me asking 
(to no one in particular) why I recall 
the names of grade school teachers 
approximately fifty years ago (whose 
names listed below), when the need 
to retrieve necessary information due
ring examinations (less time ago) 
often found me seized with sudden 
inability to remember any vital ants
sirs (even including my name), thus 
grudgingly handing over blank test paper 
analogously surrendering a vital 
document gracing terms of defeat 
into the scaly claws (zen nay), sans 
first to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse, 
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, 
Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle).
Invariably majority of first thru 
sixth grade accorded accredited 
ancient authenticated creatures. 
They freely exercised diabolical 
churlish beastial animalistic zeal
us yakking, wickedly unprintable 
upon (unprincipled urchin) at 
receiving end of fiendishly grue
some hellish instructions. Assign
ments buttressed with ultimatums 
harkening back to Jurassic period 
earlier in dawning primate con
sciousness. Lesson material kindled 
with justifiable license in league 
with garnered insignia. Heft 
to bring pupils to heal predicated 
via warp and weft woven wonder
fully. Wrought writs welcomed 
whips with warranty whenever 
recalcitrant ruffian refused 
respecting reptilian rubric repre
sentative rattling (The Idler Wheel 
Is Wiser Than the Driver of 
the Screw and Whipping Cords 
Will Serve You More Than Ropes 
Will Ever Do), which loosely
rendered regularly warbled 
wishy washy verse curmudgeons
freedom granted to interpret 
as one decrepit, hawkish insignia
certified one beaming Eve and/
or stud deed brute soffit. Education 
often relied on the weekly reader, 
and letters to and/or from Aunt 
Emma. Nefarious mean linkedin 
kickstarter jawboning torturous 
treatment tolerated, asper imps 
of the pervert, mutant Ninja 
Turtles duty bound antsy 
youthful yokel yodelers 
weathering ululating sing-song 
and quintessential precepts.
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