Pink And Purple Butterflies Poem by Bob Genevro

Our Art Teacher Mrs. Nickels
bites her lower lip
with her Bucky Beaver teeth.
She slides yellow pencils
through her brown curls like knitting needles.
Down the aisle she clomps
in her maroon penny loafers
pivoting her head like a lighthouse
inspecting our crayon butterfly creations
drawn on on vanilla manilla paper.

I rub my bristly crewcut dome
then push my glasses to the bridge of my nose.
Her ostrich neck stretches over my shoulder.
She snatches my paper off my desk
and clip-clops to the front.

'Class...
Attention please'
crayons slam
backs straighten
necks snap
hands fold

She holds my picture in the air
large as a billboard on the Bayshore Freeway
'Class
THIS
is a perfect example
of faulty color combinations.
Pink and purple do not mix.'

I cover my eyes with my hands.
I whisper 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry'

I bet she would grade God's creations:
sunsets-A
elephants-C+ (10 extra points for originality)
humans-Incomplete