Ph D

Hand four hand,

I'm handling

all this massive

dragoning.

Dungeons stung,

Warlocks won,

Witches held at school.

First and Second,

grade I like

I learned to count to three.

Third and Fourth,

I took a fork

turning four its true.

Fifth and Sixth,

picked up sticks

belt buckle beaten bound.

Sixth and Seventh,

I found some severence

in dutiful resign.

Eighth and Ninth,

I did pine

cruised threw this fist of mind.

Tenth Grade,

created very the shade

of course they still deny.

To Home, 

they did not educate

they found that I was five.

Graduate,

my college day

with bitterness I fly.

To Universal Ph.D

a scholar

doth come bye!!

K.A.P.

5/4/2009