Back to School

Tomorrow is our first day of school. Here's a poem on "Back to School." Which is entirely true. (Not that I engage in any such behavior as described, of course.)

Back to School

Nobody's paying attention.
None of the homework's been done.
The teacher's exhausted and wondering
How she'll cope until recess at one.

We're napping on piles of our notebooks,
Paper airplanes and spitballs are flying.
No one remembers their grammar,
And the teacher groans like she's dying.

The boys are all running 'round rampant.
They're breaking every school rule.
Have we made it clear enough yet
That we don't want to come back to school?
-R.e. Mayes

Letter to Daddy

Letter to Daddy

Dear Daddy,
Daddy, I'm sorry.
You taught me to do right.
You told me, "Never drink and drive."
But I did just that last night.

Daddy, I'm really sorry.
I partied and got high.
I know, I know I should have refused
When my friends asked me to drive.

I'm so, so sorry, Daddy.
I thought it was all just a game.
And, playing it, I crashed the car,
And I'll take all the blame.

I'm really sorry, Daddy,
Please forgive my dumb mistake.
It's all my fault, I know that.
I caused all your heartbreak.

I've learned my lesson, Daddy:
Don't EVER drink and drive.
Maybe if I'd listened
I might still be alive.
--R.e. Mayes

Don't worry, this isn't autobiograpical.

P.s. Yes, you can cry.

August: A Blessing, or a Curse?

It's August. I've always liked August: my birthday's in August, it's when the weather is hottest (which means trips to the pool-always fun), and we're usually on vacation the first few weeks of August. (Also always fun.) But it's also bad, in a way, because school starts (not fun.) :p And, after vacation, there's not a whole lot to do. Here's a poem about summer.

The end of homework and of school.
The beginning of family trips to the pool.
No more boring old school days.
Instead, I sit around and laze.
But...
My friends are gone on different trips.
My melting ice cream drips and drips.
The only thing to do at home
Is sleep, or maybe write a poem.

--R.e. Mayes

P.S. Does anyone else out there have an August 22 birthday???