Final Test

Vagabond Librarian–the Poem, for test purposes (abbreviated)

There once was a time, not too far to go back, of the memory he had when his brain got on track. That very first time, when school set him ablaze, and the spark that he felt when he stepped through the haze, to bypass the boring and really bad funk, with a library teacher by the name of Kerplunk. I know what you’re thinking, I needed a rhyme, to order the funk word to get there on time. But honest gosh gee-whiz oh lordy I promise, on my word to Kerplunk that I’m not that dishonest. I know there’s conventions and all kinds of license, but that kind of made up is not in my bifence.   Okay, so you say, that there is no bi-fence, in any ones word list, it doesn’t make sense. And so I’m no Seuss but lets not get hung up, and way off the track about Mr. Kerplunk.   His legend’s way out there, now, how to present it? A biographer’s choice so as not to lament it. So here through the eyes, of one on his students boredom reform that had a new blueprint. ‘Cause holy bejeebers, as if you can’t tell, reaching some kids needs a magical spell.   To be finished…someday