Phlippage

Ah yes, in the land of lullaby, around the wondrous days of yore, they came across a sort of blog, bound up w/ chains and locked w/ locks and labelled, "Kindly do not touch; it's 'hers'!" A decree was issued round about, all w/ a flourish and a shout and a depraved, mascachistic AP student tripping on the floor. "Don't fiddle w/ this deadly blog or break the chains or pick the locks. And don't ever play about it's 'hers'." Well, the students understood, the students tried hard to be good and they didn't try to play about w/ "hers." They didn't try to pick the locks or break the chains or bash the blog. They never tried to play about w/ "hers." But someone did. Someone crashed in the mid and spilled the contents of the blog across the air. A sort of disconnected thought, w/o much brain is what they got and it bumped into everything there. And what was sad and most unfair, is that the "hers" didn't seem to care about being late, or what doggies ate, or just making it in the door. "Hers" lashed right out w/ a terrible shout "Get in your seat and shut your mouth. Be prepared!" Well, that's what been left here. It's been bouncing round for years and years and nothing seems capable of keeping it in store. So a solution you do seek? Well, here's a little peak.... Give the teacher a break, for goodness sake, the classroom's "hers."

A nod to a poem entitled "The Box" should be given here.