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eleventh grade

Story ID:5894
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Poem
Location:Hemet CA USA
Person:Movin up Chelsea Kansas Kid
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Got my schedule
Algebra, English, Health Shop and AG.
I didnít know that Ag.,
Could be such a drag.

I already knew how hogs, calves and chickens, were made,
This teacher was so boring
As the hour slowly moved on
Soon we all were snoring.

Some of the farm boys
Tobacco they were chewing
Red Man, Plug and Key
And out the window they were spewing

A steady stream of brown spittle
That the wind was blowing back on the buff bricks
Just below the window sill
Enough to make you sick.

While the principal was looking over the grounds
On the driveway below the Ag. classroom
He noticed the buff bricks turning brown
How ugly, and he began to fume.

The Principal came into the Ag. classroom
Seemed to be upset
Told the chewers
The bricks outside were all wet

With tobacco stains
Go and get some ladders towels and mops
Water and pails
Until the bricks are clean, donít stop.

The chewers cleaned up their act
Each carried a spittle can
From then on
The bricks were spic and span. MM-09-25-08