Smarty-Pants Poem by Terri Turrell

By happinstance if at first glance
I chuck spear lance like smarty-pants
while others watch all eyes askance
it's by my choice...how I advance
so advance like what - to head of class?

(Buuzz! ! ! the buzzer
on that thought put a muzzler)

advance as in - the way I roll
my voice my choice - my pen's got soul
all fair no foul no blame to aim
don't like? don't read - I'm glad you came
(tip hat at that, thanx just the same)

O hand to head - sigh -
No more, O write no more!
such sorrow
my long fettered soul
would surely die
upon the 'morrow!

now there's some woe-full soulfull prose
but look there go my tappy toes
no flak it flows in snappy fun
that walks me back where we begun

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