poem for gym class: Mr. Vaughn, 8th grade
it's time to change and i feel deranged
after lunch, i don't know why,
the locker room reeks of perfume
and i think i'm going to die.
i'm a little lazy, it drives Mr. Vaughn crazy
so i do push-ups against my will,
it's nearly June and mid-afternoon
but we run outside still.
we play some odd sport on the tennis court
though i'd rather watch than play,
and, just my luck, i fall in the muck
from the thunderstorm yesterday.
but when i'm old and covered in mold
i'll look back on this and laugh with glee,
and i'll say with pride, "i'd have already died,
if it wasn't for P.E."