A Note

Yesterday, in math class

I sent her a note.

She was pretty and cute

Her hair on her throat

She glanced at me once

And no more,

She opened the note,

I wanted to soar.

Another short glance,

And back to the book,

What does it mean?

Give me a hook.

Yes or no?

I'm too eager.

Someone giggled

And aroused my anger.

Oh, no!

The teacher approached

Her shining table

And to my precious note.

Her hand spread out

Requesting it now,

I wanted to shout

But I had to act out.

She held it so tight,

Close to her heart

And quietly, though,     

She said:



The End

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