For M in particular, and in general for all students and teachers who are older than the nonsense in which they'll be immersed until June...
May your weekends be like five days and your weekdays be like two,
May you never ride the morning bus unless compelled to,
May your classmates all remember to take showers and to groom,
May the boys prefer deodorant to noxious Axe perfume.
May your teachers be fair-minded and abandon all designs
Of useless power-pointing to explain the word "cosine."
May you never have a substitute who fills your wasted hour
By showing Stomp on VHS ere she locates the power.
May giggling girls in simpering cliques grow wiser now than old,
And let them cover decently before compelled by cold.
And when one opens mouth again of "boys" to loud complain,
May she be checked before she speaks by some small cell of brain.
May you wake alert each morning with warm woolen socks on toes
May your hair always cooperate and spare you girlish woes,
And when you walk outside the house and hear the willows lisp
May you smell the scents of apples and be charmed by Autumn crisp.
May the hard back seats seem comfortable, their bottoms lacking gum,
May lights fluorescent be withstood till sunlight next might come
May you find a friend in gym class for a partner in contempt
So you might tell tales of Dr. Who, from all games be exempt.
May your Mom pack homemade lunches and on each day of the week
May you shun the cafeteria and of it never speak
May your senior year with winged feet on hasten till next June
Endure the suff'ring one more year; College cometh soon!
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