Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Recitation

Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Recitation

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He had to say a poem. Others before him Got up and said their poems. Some of them Remembered everything they were supposed to, And some of them cried when they couldn't get the words Right with their lips as stiff as Popsicles.

One of them didn't say anything, just stood there And stared at his mother on the edge of her pew Nodding and staring back, and one nice girl Told about flowers and looked like one and smiled, Making her hands go up and down like petals

And butterflies, and everyone murmured And whispered how nice she was. Then his own mother Led him by the hand up the three steps And let him go by himself on the fiat part To the middle place where he was supposed to turn

And face the people. He was supposed to say The poem he'd been told in his left ear At bedtime for a week. It said he was sitting Down on a bumpy log, being as grumpy As he could be, while a little bullfrog

Called from a bog, Cheer up! …

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