School’s Out for the Summer
Last day of school was yesterday. God has been very kind: four years now teaching at Atlas. It, as they say, has certainly flown by.
In honor of the occasion, I offer this poem which is by one of my students (one of the younger ones, mind you).
A Cave Man
A cave man sat in a cave of stone
picking his teeth with an old steak bone.
He felt he was brave,
while in his cave,
though he didn’t have a light or a telephone.
But all at once, he heard a roar.
A Sabertooth Tiger was at his door.
The poor old mole
was in a hole,
and the tiger would have his hide, he swore.
But just as the tiger wrinkled his snout,
the cave man jumped to his feet with a shout.
He grabbed the back wall
and gave it a haul,
and turned his cave right inside out.
Then he was out wih the tiger in,
so he rolled up a rock with a cheerful grin.
He blocked the way
for a week and a day,
and now he’s wearing a tiger skin.