The bane of my schooldays at Visitation
I thought every time Sister Caroline
called me to the chalkboard
Yet I rose and walked to the chalky board
and drew the horizontal line bisected
by a shorter vertical one
Subject BOY before verb HATES
and the direct object SCHOOL
appeared on milky slate
Sometimes the Dominican nun struck
back with caustic comment
one time with yardstick
Christ on his cross grinned at me
from the wall and I saw that smirk
of his and knew my doom
From September to June in years
to come I came to relish daily
diagramming sentences!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cute! You're lucky you weren't subjected to even more verbs at the hands of the nuns... -chuck