Norwegian Farmer’s Son…March 3rd

March 3rd…“DID YOU EVER PRETEND TO BE SICK AS AN EXCUSE TO STAY HOME FROM SCHOOL?”

POEM – “The Fractured Fleasel” by N. Elliott Noorlun

NFS 3.3a
Elliott turned on all the sad faces and excuses he could to escape going to school.

“Ohhhh Mommy, Ohhhh Mommy!!!

I’ve bent my barnsnoogle, And fractured my fleasel,

Were the sly whining words, From this lil weasel.

I’d pull out ideas, From deep in my noodle,

To avoid those school halls, With their kit n kaboodle.

I’d hug at my belly, With dramatized groan,

To sell this dear lady, My skills I would hone.

But e’en when I claimed, Belly button was leaking,

And the smells from the oozings, Would really be reeking,

That wise and wonderful, Mother of mine,

Knew my drama techniques, Were a bit outta line.

So I picked up my books, And ran for the bus,

To school was the goal, For this little cus. 😉

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This poem is just a fun way of saying that our mother’s wisdom always knew what was silly and what was true! ><>  Like it or not, education was in the works for this Norwegian Farmer’s Son.

 

 

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