I'm so excited, I can hardly speak,
I've been anticipating this all week;
and now it's here, this day is really cool—
my long-awaited first day at my school!
Mom's packed my lunch, a sandwich and some fruit.
My pencil case is wooden, and so cute!
And, since she wants her son to look his best,
she's getting me to wear my Kevlar vest.
There's photos that Dad took for show and tell;
a plastic poncho's stuffed in there as well,
and in a special hidden little place
is packed a childrens' Glock, for "just in case".
In just a wee short while I'll board the bus,
to take me to my school with little fuss.
The transport packs a little extra weight,
surrounded by its six-inch armour plate.
It's such a pretty school, there's lots of grass,
with garden beds outside of every class;
and sev'ral large and well-equipped school yards,
each one patrolled by two or three armed guards.
We know the diff'rent sound of each alarm,
so none of us will come to any harm.
If during class we ever hear a "boom",
we follow teacher to the panic room.
Why don't they do these things in other lands?
They told me "Hush child, no one understands.
We're special, we have freedoms to protect,"
but freedom looks like jail, last time I checked.
It seems, to save the things that we hold dear,
we must all learn we have to live in fear.
And so, it's time to bow our heads and pray,
and praise God for the good old NRA.
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Author Notes
For those who know the little challenge I set myself, I looked at my "word of the day", and thought "Can't do it!" I also had a desire to write something on a topic that didn't suit at all, so I'm taking a break to do that. Normal programming will resume tomorrow - and I'll catch up somewhere along the way.
Thanks for reading.
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