Principal's Office
by Edward S. Gault
We knew we were finished.
Mr. Dingleberry was really going
to lean into us
(he was generally given to
old fashioned fundamentalist style
rants and tirades;
mercy and charitable ecumenism
not being his forte).
Someone had narc-ed.
So we had come clean
about what we had done
with Shiela's purse-
but ol' Dingle was more ticked
about the can of ripe eggs
in the boiler room!
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One Single Impression: Fragrance
12 comments:
This brought forth all kinds of memories of my younger days. Enjoyed it.
fantastic!
( with or without my universal suffix .. many thanks ..)
This is definitely a moment when soupy stew gets a large dollop of spice! Loved this!
lol...I really enjoyed this one. They had too much mischief to keep track of! :~)
Naughty kids!
Your epic incites memories. Mine too came to life. But instead of the principal lashing out the town marshal was there.
Of course I didn't dare tell them I had accidently done my drivng mischief while lighting my cigarette.
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A lovely reflection on academic discipline of other sorts!
Saved by the stinky prank. (This has implications for our times) Goldman Sachs rapacious while octogenarians serve time.
haha!!! excellent stuff here!...as the mom of 2 teen boys, i totally get this scenario ;-)
LOL! Didn't expect that ending! Great work!
Laughing. I may be old but not too old to remember things like this actually happened and provided snickers and giggles for months on end. Nice work!
I recall it rained one Easter and I let my children have an egg hunt in the house.
Several months later in the heat of summertime, I noted an odor in one of my daughter`s bedroom.
I started searching and found an old egg in one of her dresser drawers...it sure was stinking.
I can well relate to your poem...it made me smile:)
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