THEM ****** DAFFS!

"Ah...howya!"
said the ink blot
throwing itself

all over my copy book.
"Jaysus...wait 'til

yer teacher sees this!"
it chortled
proud as punch with itself

I stare at it
in an almost
total disbelief

my bladder
clamours
to be relieved

I...squeeze
my knees
together

King Blot bloated with
its own self
importance

has totally obliterated
the last word I
have penned

"I wandered
lonely as a
. . .!"

teacher snaps it up
with great glee
holding it between

thumb & forefinger
with mock disgust
& real contempt

"So, Dempsey...ya
wandered lonely as...
. . .an ink blot!"

the class sniggers
( glad it's me - not them ).
teacher glowers them into silence

"Yes...yes...Sir!"
I whimper &
suddenly seeing a loop hole

( I dive )into it )
"It's...it's...show
not tell. . .Sir!"

his glasses flash
smile becomes
sneer

"COME...HERE...BOY!"
he enunciates clearly
each syllable

chiseled into
an awed
and awful silence

the cane cuts
through the air
the class winces

the tips
of my fingers
scream in agony

I dance a hornpipe
of pain palms tucked
under my oxters

"Them ****** daffodils!"
I groan moaning
through my growing tears

my fingers yelling
fluttering and dancing
in their private pain