This week's poem was written in 1984 when I was in high school. I often ignored my studies in class in favor of writing. This playful poem is a case of me doing just that. I sat in my world literature class writing a poem. A girl got in trouble for talking in class or some such. She sat in the corner. We were supposed to watch a film on the book Crime and Punishment. Instead, I wrote a verse about the dregs of high school. While I finished up the poem, I heard a throat being cleared. I looked up to see the teacher reading over my shoulder. She was displeased by my imaginative imagery. You'll see why when you read it. She made me put my poetry notebook away. I spent the rest of the class watching the film.
Dungeon, dungeon, dark and deep, innocent girl in the keep. Ugly ol' witch that never sleeps Ponders her next evil feat. Mental anguish is her game -- still the torture is the same. Some come out a little lame and wonder if they still are sane. Come, oh, Bell, our noble knight, save us from this grueling fight! Let us see the daylight and take our run in fright!
