By happinstance if at first glance <br />I chuck spear lance like smarty-pants <br />while others watch all eyes askance <br />it's by my choice...how I advance <br />so advance like what - to head of class? <br /> <br />(Buuzz! ! ! the buzzer <br />on that thought put a muzzler) <br /> <br />advance as in - the way I roll <br />my voice my choice - my pen's got soul <br />all fair no foul no blame to aim <br />don't like? don't read - I'm glad you came <br />(tip hat at that, thanx just the same) <br /> <br />O hand to head - sigh - <br />No more, O write no more! <br />such sorrow <br />my long fettered soul <br />would surely die <br />upon the 'morrow! <br /> <br />now there's some woe-full soulfull prose <br />but look there go my tappy toes <br />no flak it flows in snappy fun <br />that walks me back where we begun <br /> <br />112109<br /><br />Terri Turrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smarty-pants/
