Ill Choice Poem by John Sensele

Ill choice robbed a bed of my voice
When I trod portals of teacher education
To forgo freedom to relax and rejoice
To my heart's content without sanction.

Ill choice plucked a loaded lotus
When caution threw I to the wind
Masticating and confiscating chalk bonus
Who teased the spider in a province inhabited by a fiend.

Ill choice a mole from the sole of a police academy
When a lass against better judgment
Doggedly tore up entry offer in preference for the alchemy
Teacher education dispenses to Clement.

Ill choice respects no reputations
When a greenhorn claims to hobnob with brainteasers
Claiming membership and friendship with pesky questions
That strap and clamp his brain in tweezers.