Adolescent Memories Of Detention Hall And Miss Lucy Vaughn Poem by Tommy Szamosi

My favorite poem tells it all
in black graffiti on the wall
they took me down to detention hall
sat me next to a kid named Saul.

What'dju do? I asked of him
to which he replied: kicked Tim in the shin
kicked Tim in the shin right after gym.
And what about you? I heard him say
that after school they made you stay

I grinned at Saul and said that day:
for asking the teach if she wanted to play.
Tell me more, Saul begged me on
his eyes now seeing the master con
What did she do, Miss Lucy Vaughn?

Oh Miss Lucy got pretty red
when I told her the thoughts within my head
didn't she want me to get (a) head?
So now I find myself here instead.

Detention hall where I wrote away
a thousand times on the board to say:
“I shall never again ask the teacher to play”
(unless... she decides to give it away.)

/ ~Aah the memories of a fifteen-year-old
growing up in Southern California~/