Monster on the Bus
“Look, look, I am a headless monster”
with his jacket pulled over his wild hair
and zipped as tight as his father’s hand on a bottle
the future class clown wove his arms, growled
and chased the gleeful girls around the bus stop:
a colorful start for our first day of school.
Awkwardly eager to also befriend screaming girls
and impress the other strange boys
I tried the spooky prank too:
up over my head
It worked like a charm.
“Yay, here’s the bus!”
But, oh boy, my zipper was stuck.
I panicked, and still a monster
I went up the bus steps.
Yet this cranky bus driver
would tolerate no monsters.
“No foolery on my bus”
and kicked me off the bus.
I ran home a crying monster
— well until I figured out
how to slip of out my constrictive costume.
My mother was righteously furious, but not at me.
She drove me to the school and scolded the principal
who then scolded the monster-squashing bus driver.
Fifteen years later, when he was her boss,
the principle and my mother laughed over this story
My Mom loved teaching, and was a student advocate.
She never squashed my inner monster
nor that of any child blessed in her care.
— by Sabio Lantz, August 2015
Prompt: Yes, true story. Gabrielle, at d’Verse Poets, challenges us to: “Think about what the first day of school evokes for you.” For anyone interested in another cool experience I had seeing children getting on their school bus, see this post on my other blog. Oh yeah, the pic by taken of me by my son today — thanks pal.