-When I was four, I went to school,
They called it kindergarten,
Upon my rug, I'd take a nap,
I'd drink milk from a carton.
See Dick? See Jane?
I see that damn Spot run.
Twelve times four is forty-eight,
My learning had begun.
On classroom door there was a knock,
The president has died.
No school was held, the children played,
Why had the teachers cried?
In junior high, I learned to smoke,
New math was all the rage.
I pondered on what Orwell meant,
Upon the printed page.
Mathematical equations, trigonometry,
Getting drunk and skipping school;
Trying to impress the girls,
Yet often played the fool.
Across the stage, what's left behind?
Where's Pomp and Circumstance?
I'd return to naptime rug,
If only had the chance.
[This message has been edited by Tim (edited 08-14-99).]