Hola, Ms. Bradley                   [Part 1 of my High School Trilogy]

 

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

INTRO

 

Here's a poem I've written about,

 

A future Floyds Knobs favorite son.

 

A young man who dreams of getting out,

 

Beyond the range of 88.1...

 

 

CHORUS

 

Hola, Ms. Bradley.

 

I need you, so badly.

 

To round up a lot,

 

Give it all that you've got.

 

Lest my education end sadly.

 

Please, help me, Ms. Bradley.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

So hard I have trained,

 

For the valedictorian speech.

 

My gray matter has been strained,

 

By the romance language that you teach.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

You know I have the cunning,

 

To excel at Yale or Princeton.

 

So help me stay in the running,

 

For ranking slot number one.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Please help me, Ms. Bradley,

 

I need an A badly.

 

So round up a lot,

 

Give it all that you've got.

 

Lest my time in prep school end sadly.

 

Please, help me, Ms. Bradley.

 

 

BRIDGE

 

To be #1 would determine whether,

 

My horizons are blessed with fair weather.

 

So I'm here on my knees before Heather.

 

But there's a better way to implore her:

 

Like they do south of the border.

 

Where the word for Heather is Brezo.

 

I know this because Google says so.

 

But, unfortunately, I don't have the time,

 

To translate into Spanish using rhyme.

 

But a Haiku I can write, without a sweat,

 

To sway a lovely short haired brunette:

 

 

Harvard has Hoosiers,

 

But the Ivy League still needs

 

Students from Floyds Knobs.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

Come on teach, what do you say?

 

Don't fret over what I may know.

 

A little help with my GPA,

 

And my future is gonna be bueno.

 

 

VERSE 4

 

Don't worry about justice or prudence,

 

As you increase my chance to star.

 

When the band, without it's senior students,

 

Plays "Pomp and Circumstance" by Elgar.

 

 

 

 

CHORUS

 

Please help me, Ms. Bradley,

 

I need an A badly.

 

So round up a lot,

 

Give it all that you've got.

 

Sorry to put you on the spot.

 

Lest my time as a Highlander end sadly.

 

Please, help me, Ms. Bradley.

 

 

The End.

 

 

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