Jack the Scribe was a young fellow
He wrote what was said and never bellowed
The point perfect pencil scratching the paper
Writing the legacy of the Norvelter
“Jack!” Ms. Volker shouted, “Are you ready?” she bellowed
He would nod and take the ready position
“Mrs. Dubicki” She said strong and clear.
That began Jack’s only mission
His steady hand writing with care
Ms. Volker stopped and stared, “Well done!”
Jack stood up and dashed out the door
He awaited the next call until…
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Food for Thought (#Wattys2019)
PoetryA collection of some of my original poetry. Just some "Food for Thought".
