Saturday, October 13, 2012


“Why,” the old nun asked us
with both gray brows raised,
“do you need to cheat?”
We’d heard this lesson
Before so often
we could have
Given it to her,
How bright we were
And talented, and how
With a little work
We could achieve all
That we wanted
And have pride
In doing it
Dave and I
Only grinned at each other
Nodded, but said nothing,
Knowing the old nun
Would never get it,
How Dave knew
He was a whiz at math
And me, a whiz at words
But what we always
Really wanted,
What we really worked
So hard to achieve
Was being good
At cheating,
and we took
great pride
in that.

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