Lawrence S. Pertillar
You Know How We Like Horses? - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
What's the matter, son?
Someone's called you names again at school?
'It's my Biology teacher.
You know how we like horses? '
'My teacher hates them.'
Why would you say that?
'After I read my report in front of the class.
She called me to her desk.
And then whispered in my ear...
I bet you will be hung like a horse.~
And then she winked at me! '
'She winked at me.
Don't get upset, mommy.
She only wants me to do better.'
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