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I had this classmate back in grade school |
| Al was such a scatterbrain, His things need be in close range. For all, it was such a pain. When will his ways ever change? Al always asks for paper, He says he left his at home; Add pencil and eraser, And he'll still borrow a comb! We wonder what's in his bag Apart from air and zipper. Though unused it looks like rag; Bet he forgot the washer. Al was such a scatterbrain, Thought it can never get worse. Borrowings never refrain - Worst when he forgets his purse! What makes it all the more sad Is that Al fails to recall Who lent to him what he had; "The borrower," him we call. So we chose to take some steps, To change the borrower's fate; Teach him repetitive reps, To have him remember straight. We planned for him a routine, That each day he must follow; Nothing must come in between, Or he'll receive a bellow. After days, things got better; No more was the borrower. Some things remained, however; "Thanks," he forgets to utter! |