Mnemonic Tale Poem by Simonette Brebenariu

Since childhood, I was so simple,
to sing and dance on call;
wearing dress...eating food at stall,
no wonder, I grew fast and tall!
Being silent, as an elementary pupil,
so polite...kind to every drill;
eyes wider, mind focussed and still,
to lessons attached on a window sill.
Somehow, naughty boys were apart here,
at school, we had met...with much fear,
annoying...an eye-sore...too clear;
that they existed, somewhere...so near!
One day, this boy blowed my head,
my ego, subsided on a dread-
life could be, just...to revenge,
a plan came in...really so strange!
My slippers, that time, were full of nails,
thumbtacks to say and on sale-
as I took them off...solved!
ready...the menace...and to be involved!
In our classroom, the boy sat on a seat frame,
where nails attached on his shorts...he was on pain-
those pointed objects were seriously to blame,
his blue long shorts blasted with thorny cane!
I didn't admit, the fact...
that I was...who did that...
my lips closed and eyes denied,
the simple joke... such a revenge...on my mind.
I smiled once and laughed thrice,
to a corner...in my side,
whispered the deeds...of being funny,
never said to anyone that I was happy!
Till the time...I came back home,
smiles on my lips...still blown;
uttered myself, I supposed to grow-
left the childish acts and faced the flow!
This moment...I am standing still-
to a life, now for real,
a matured-one who can feel;
the goodness of love...as to deal!
Going further...to reach the ambition...
soon to open...the full concentration,
to meet the challenges of exposition,
from now on...I call the realization!
To be on top, of inspiration...
that...I have written...the true explanation,
on how words...can be an exaggeration;
my pen completes the book of intuition!