'I'm only five, you know <br />and, just like you <br />have started school. <br />Mum says I like it. <br />As all kids do. <br />I find myself, <br />in real life, <br />much more mature <br />than you'd expect. <br />Dad says a girl <br />is always way ahead <br />of any boy. <br />And that, my friend <br />is what you are, <br />and one (I ought to <br />whisper now) <br />so cute, it's weird <br />that our paths <br />have never crossed <br />in younger days. <br />And I was wondering <br />if we could <br />walk home together <br />after school? <br />They say a girl, <br />one like myself <br />should have protection <br />from the villains, <br />the cradlesnatchers, <br />I saw that on TV. <br />Well, shucks <br />there goes the bell. <br />Another day <br />of sitting still <br />and chewing <br />yellow pencils. <br />What is your name then, <br />also, listen <br />I see you have <br />a runny nose. <br />If you would like <br />to use my hanky.... <br />I only need it when I cry.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-grade-first-class/
