One Fine Day

One fine day, while walking to school
I lost ALL of my marbles
It is tragic, but true.

Now, of course, you can imagine the trouble it caused.
I had just gotten the set and they were finest in stock.

I couldn’t stay to look I was running late for school.
I simply gathered my books and ran right on through
hoping I’d to find them on the way home.

In class I began to feel rather funny,
Something was off,
Something was loony.

I didn’t know exactly what:
It could have been breakfast
(Oats are like gruel, real cruel)
Or yesterday’s lunch
(Ugh, Cafeteria food)

When the teacher asked for the capital of Peru she called on me,
expecting an answer somewhat close to the truth.
I knew it was Lima (At least I think that’s the one.)
But all I could answer was:
How do you do the things you do as you do the do you do?

The kids all laughed
And I looked like a fool.
And Teacher was mad, Oh, she was a piping hot stew!

“To the Principals Office!” She shouted at me. And I left the classroom wondering: What was becoming of me?

I waited in the waiting room, staring at the clock. It was a quarter past nine said the hands on the clock. Next they were swaying, singing and saying: 1,2,3,4 I declare a thumb war! The big hand was winning, the little one was not, and it is safe to say I was in shock.

The sight gave me a fright and I must have given a shout because Ms. Figgerty behind the desk yelled:
Quiet down! Quiet now!

The Principals door opened and he gave a severe look, “Come in.” He said like a rather deep brook. I marched, head down, into his office of fear and sat upon a sad, lonely, old chair.

“What’s this I hear of you acting up! There are rules you must follow, there even written in a book.” His hands fell on his desk with a loud cracking thump. It was so loud I even gave a little jump.

He held up a book, it was simply called: RULES
And he went on to lecture about numbers one through two hundred and two.

As he spoke a strange thing started to occur – bats crawled out of his earhair – Well, you can imagine my fright (I hated bats, pudding, and night.)

I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to act. So I smacked the two bats with my book bag. It was wrong, I know it, but the bats were really a bad scare.

The principal turned red, he gave out a shout. “I’m calling your mother and kicking you out!”

When she arrived she looked ready to cry as she heard the long list of my crimes. (Oh, they were really not mine… Just a misunderstanding that made me feel like slime.)

She drove me home in silence as I wondered what she would do. But my attention was diverted because the world was acting, well, a little … weird.

The colors were off, the order was wrong. I saw a dog walking a man and a stroller doing a dance. I saw a flying car and a purple Giraffe in pants. Such wonders and strangeties I really did see.

My eyes were deceiving me. My nose must have been too. Everything smelled of eucalypti, sage, and dew.

This was really quite bothersome. I was unsure of what to do. And when mother asked, between her sobs, “What’s wrong with you?” All I could answer was “Fiddldee diddldee poo I miss my marbles as much as you.”

At home was no different. The bread tasted like licorice and the cheese went “Moooo!” And Terry the cat was acting a bit scary too. He wouldn’t meow anymore and he was wearing a top hat. He looked at me and smiled then he said: “It’s tea-time you know. We must brew up a batch.
Please come and help me old chap.”

I gave out a yelp and left the kitchen then and there. But I could hear him from the next room chatting up a chair. “See how rude some children can be!” This was something I couldn’t believe.

I was quite flustered, tired of bats, cats and other such prat. I needed a nap! My dreams were no better… they were wild and unruly. When I awoke I was scared:
I didn’t know what was happening to me…

Then father came home and he talked up a storm. When I tried to explain he said: “Now is not the time for your jokes! Bats don’t live inside of earhair and no cat in a hat asks for tea with a chair.”

I was really quite ashamed and I tried to tell him so, but all I could say was:
“Wink, whack, what is that? I like stinkies, dinkies, and stacks!”

“Go to your room!” He shouted at me.

I went with three tears coming down the side of my cheek.

That night for dinner I could hardly eat. The macaroni was dancing with the cheese while the broccoli wouldn’t stop talking about physics and math. The plate, meanwhile, was whispering plans to the spoon and the bread was acting like a fool.

I went to bed hungry (Could you eat with all that?) hoping tomorrow would change this entire upside down day.

Now, the years went on by and the world stayed this way. I’ve learned to adjust, though sometimes I may act a little strange. It’s only a new way of looking at things: A new way to see ever since I lost my marbles that bright blue school day.

So if you encounter a new view, a perspective lets say, think on my story and how fast things can change. Don’t judge every action the same for we all act a little insane!