September 19th…“WERE YOU EVER IN A FIGHT DURING YOUR GRADE SCHOOL YEARS?”
POEM – “The Fight In White Went Outta Sight” by N. Elliott Noorlun
The fight in white went clear outta sight, That chilly Winter’s day,
It happened during a big snowstorm, As they let us out to play.
Now to this day, I’m not so sure, What ignited us little runts,
But oh my goodness, “the fur did fly”, As you heard our puffs n grunts.
Snowdrifts were high, As this little guy, Connected with classmate,
We two usually got along, Was it something that we ate?
Do you suppose, It was a girl, That got us two to tussle?
Though zero below, We said, “LET’S GO!”, And our fight began to hussle.
I’m a thinkin’ that a snowball, Landed with KERSPLAT,
And may have hurt this little squirt, As it shot off my warm hat.
But then again, Giant hills of snow, Gave us guys a thrill,
We’d push n shove, From up above, As we played “King Of The Hill”.
It could be that I pushed too hard, To launch him offa that peak,
And Randy sought, To right a wrong, So vengeance he did seek.
Push became shove, Then a yank with a spank, Upside my widdo head,
This t’weren’t no fun, But we’d begun, Now’s to fill my foe with dread.
A crowd of kids, Really flipped their lids, To watch us midgets fight,
But then, by golly, Our little boy folly, Clean disappeared from sight.
For as we fought, We rolled into, These fluffy new snowbanks,
And for awhile, All we saw was white, As we’d punch n bite with yanks.
Classmates dug down, Into the snow, Then we saw the “light of day”,
They pulled us punks, Apart so we, Could hear the teacher say,
“Now THAT’S enough, You two relax, Shake hands and get along!”
We did, And once again were friends, To sing a sweeter song!” 😉
Norwegian Farmer's Son 