At the age of 4 (or so I believe!)
I learned to read
Sitting on the floor in the attic of our house
I looked at the letters
M-O-U-S-E
And saw a mouse
I happily read my Early Reader books
And loved listening to my parents
Reading to me from "real" books
Then I went to school

See Dick
See Jane
See Spot

Mrs. Luskin’s reading instruction class
Felt like death
The boredom was so heavy and thick
I could hardly breathe
Listening to my first grade classmates
Struggling with those idiotic texts
Was torture to me
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Note: (I wrote this poem for a contest on a website allpoetry.com, which uses an algorithm to determine the “strong” vs. “weak” words in the poems submitted there. Generally, nouns and verbs are considered “strong”; adjectives and adverbs “weak.”)

I was quite amused to see good ole white-bread Dick transformed into a "strong word" as "dick" LOL. And yet "death" is not even noticed by this algorithm!

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