A thigh-high recollection,
of the principal’s floral wall.
Coz that’s the view ya get,
when your only three feet tall
.
I can still hear the chunky heels,
charging down the hall.
She said I stole equipment.
It said it was just a ball.
.
She dragged me to the office,
then gave my mom a call.
When my mom got there,
I had to tell it all.
.
I’ve lost a ball or two or more,
hid them in a bathroom stall.
It wasn’t something new,
been doin it since fall.
.
I’d pick them up after school,
and sell them at the mall.
They sent me out to the bench,
I was feeling very small.
.
But I couldn’t let the other kids,
see me beg and crawl.
The giant roared, hands flew,
I thought they had a brawl.
.
Mom came out, we both went home,
and there began the squall.
Thunderous and long-winded,
I couldn’t help but bawl.
.
Then what happened next,
I really can’t recall.
I gave back all the money,
stayed after school counting balls.
.
I had to say I’m sorry,
to the giant in the shawl.
So I guess I did remember,
that balls haul after all.
.
The End
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