Newman was unhappy,
He’d always gotten “A”,
Stomped in every puddle
As he trudged home in dismay.
It started on that morning,
His homework well prepared,
On his way to classes,
He suddenly got scared.
Reaching for his notebook
Is when disaster struck,
He’d left his study binder
Behind in Daddy’s truck.
The woe that overtook him
Was doubled by the rain.
The crack and angry thunder
Mirrored Newman’s pain.
His glasses had been steamy,
The pelting droplets stung,
He’d made it to the building
Just as the bell had rung.
The storm had made him careless,
His pride was ’bout to fell.
Would he ever be the same?
Time may NEVER tell.
He cried ‘like no tomorrow’,
A ‘stitch in time’ and fate.
To err was only Newman,
‘Tis better never late.
Make “A” While The Sun Shines
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Cute tale – effective twist of adages.
Much appreciated.
I like this reminder about time: “Time may NEVER tell.”
Thank you. Time is more tight lipped than we hope. It often spawns more misinformation than truth too.
Love the rhythm, the fateful story of Newman and the twisting in the last paragraph of adages describing Newman’s distress…well done.
I appreciate that! Thanks for commenting.
poor Newman
HA! It was going to happen sooner or later.
I sent him your condolences. He’s homeschooled now. lol
Oh My Goodness!!!! I adore this! Completely charming 🙂
I teach high school and this just rings with so much truth; brings many smiles, too!
Thanks! My Mom was a high school teacher. I’ve made my career at the preschool level. Cheers!
I started with pre-schoolers; there’s not much difference between 2 and 17. LOL!
High schoolers are the more dramatic. LOL
Nicely done! I like it!
Thank you my friend.
Love Newman, poor guy!
Hah!!! Loving this one! Poor Newman……..at least he didn’t try “the dog ate it!” 🙂
LOL… I never thought of that! I guess he didn’t either. (He was always prepared so his excuses hadn’t been exercised much. 🙂 )