NORA

  Nora

  by GG Watt

Poor little Nora Frumble

Every day at school

She would take a fall

Books and all

From the hall clear

Down the stairs

Poor Nora Frumble

Anything to be noticed

By the boys in high school.

Bump, bump, bump

She would tumble.

You would think

Everyone would

Catch on eventually.

But very few did.

The exceptions were

My friends and I.

Every day at exactly two,

Right after the bell rang

To change classes,

We'd wait at the foot

Of the stairs to watch her, 

To see the act she would do.

This is a matter of fact.

She would clutch her forehead,

Gracefully down she would go!

Over, over, over then land

KERPLUNK! Right at our feet.

We would try not to laugh,

Yes, we would laugh so

Trying not to let her know.

What a show!