Formerly, A Bully Pulpit

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THEN...

The little blue boy
in the front of the school bus
is the only one
who is not one of us

The little boy
with his eyes in a book
is the only one
with a different look

We all shout and scream
and laugh with glee
he, the bus driver’s dream,
has a knobby red knee

He is wearing
a blue beret
who, amongst us,
will fling it away?

Oh, Lord
let it be me!


AND NOW...

The little blue boy
became a full grown man
I wash his car
as often as i can

It’s okay
that he calls me “Flipper”
it’s okay because
he’s a generous tipper.


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Footnotes
FORMERLY, A BULLY PULPIT is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.

The poem was unintentionally inspired by Ms. CarPeo.

Only a muse can do that sort of thing.  

 
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