About Harry
And my hairy memory…
Today’s random word is hairy; twist: a poem that rhymes
Today was about geometry
Undoubtedly, it wasn’t the ideal day for me
Cause usually there were high levels of difficulty
And the whole class could get grumpy.
But then I saw your face, looking inside our class anxiously
“Come on in! We just started! You’re the new student from Missouri?”
She came in… “Not Missouri. It’s Milwaukee.”
The seat next to me was empty
I guess it’s reserved for a student from Milwaukee.
Harry came along… she thought he wasn’t just brainy
First love bloomed in January
She to him… and he to me
That’s when our friendship got hairy.
Thank you, Nancy Oglesby, for a fantastic inspiration.
Fiction Shorts Editors, thank you for your time and support.
Accompaniment…