The door creaks.
A sly face peeks into the classroom———
and in bursts Charyl!
Charyl, the human tornado does a wild
dance around the classroom, attacking
everyone in her way. With a loud cry of,
“Fatty! ”
She pounces on the unsuspecting Simmy,
who groans in exasperation. On the
ground, with her bright yellow Nike
bottle, she sprays the words,
“Fat is Good.” A strange graffiti
on the sun-soaked courtyard. We know
(from the science teacher)
it will soon evaporate,
disappear, but we are all reassured
that tomorrow, Charyl will come back
and fill the courtyard with
crazy tattooes again.
Ballerina With Fins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/charyl/
