Art & Life by Sue Davis

Teddy, my 12 year old son, has never liked the Winter Choral Program at his old school. When he was little, he would run screaming from the room upon hearing “Happy Birthday”. At last, his angst is expressed in this poem he wrote.

EARBLEEDERIFIC
(The Winter Program at my old school)

I remember a night
When I was almost filled with fright,
Wished I was deaf,
Or they thought I was Beth,
So I might as well have pretended to be a
garden gnome

The day ahead would be far from terrific,
In fact, it would be earbleederiffic

I wake up,
Act sick,
Doesn’t work,
Go out the door,
Poor me

I have to sit down on the cold, hard floor,
I’m staring at the door.
If school was cool,
They’d get a real band that ruled

Kindergartners started singing,
My ears started ringing,
Eventually it’s such a bore,
I close my eyes and start to snore,
But alas!

Show’s over,
Torture’s over,

YES!!!!!!!!!