Senior Sloth

After Christmas they are hatched
To start the coming year.
An underclassman’s greatest dream
Remains a teaching fear.

Sluggish mammals, Idleness,
Inclined to do no work,
The senior sloth is here to stay,
And school’s his greatest shirk.

To no more classes does he go
With book and pen in hand.
Tardiness becomes his trade
“A senior’s life is grand.”

Countdown starts for school to end
With graduation fun.
He’s waiting for a college start;
His high school days are done.

                                             Thal Dixon
                                             Previously Published in
                                             Even a Rag Like This
                                             1989
                                             Needham High School Publications


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