“It’s time again,” the teacher said,
“To memorize a poem!”
“One week to get them in your head,
Then come and show you know ’em!”
All through the week I tried and tried
To find a verse worth knowing,
And by the end my brain was fried
With poems overflowing!
So Monday, when it came my turn
To serenade the class,
I tried to show that I could learn,
And here’s what came to pass.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
The darling buds of May,
A stately pleasure dome decree,
Callooh! Callooh! Callay!
How do I love thee? Let me count!
And Juliet is the sun!
I pondered, weak and weary,
O, Our fearful trip is done!
It is an ancient mariner,
Thou still unravished bride,
Whose woods these are, I think I know--
Land of the pilgrim’s pride!
A host of golden daffodils,
The dying of the light.
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
And I say it’s all right.”
The other students in the room,
Well, mostly they ignored.
The teacher, quiet as a tomb,
Looked slack-jawed, stunned, and floored.
She gave me a B-minus,
Then she told me to sit down.
She slowly rubbed her sinus,
With a furrowed little frown.
The next time that we memorize,
I won’t attempt them all,
I’ll just be wise and compromise
And check the bathroom wall!