A Million Miles from
I was so sure
I knew the capital of
I almost threw my elbow out of joint
waving my hand
in front of Mr. Miller’s face.
When he called on me
I jumped up and said,
“Tassalooma!”
I thought they’d never stop laughing.
Jerome practically
fell out of his seat.
Even Mr. Miller lost it.
Now everybody’s always aking me,
“How are things in Tassalooma?”
And Maria the comedian said,
“Let’s rent a room
in Tassalooma.”
And if I could go to Tassalooma-
which is nowhere
on anybody’s map-
I’d never
come
back!
-Alice Schertle
Well, even though this exact thing didn't happened to me, I've had similar experinces.
3 comments:
I love it. A brilliant poem. And it sounds so Wigglish. We should plan a trip to Tassalooma sometime soon. Perhaps over Christmas break?
What a sweet little poem. I have to agree with blueshorts that it sounds very wigglish. Maybe the real geniuses are the ones who don't limit themselves to the standard "right: answers but instead create their own. I mean, in a perfect world, Tassalooma definitely would be the capital of Florida.
I think Tassalooma is the capital of Oklahidaho, isn't it?
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