A School-Ma'am's Story

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Title:     A School-Ma'am's Story
Author: Matt W. Alderson [More Titles by Alderson]

I was a teacher then, as now,
And made a little spending money.
By training big and little sprouts,
In a mining town called Pony.

One night the biggest boy I had,
For having cracked a rigid rule,
Was bade to stay and con his books
Some fifteen minutes after school.

I for a moment turned my back--
On other duties then intent--
The fellow slyly raised a sash
And through the opening quickly went.

Next eve, as extra punishment,
I gave him minutes forty-five;
And, lest he play the prank again,
I kept my every sense alive.

The task performed, he left the room;--
The sun was shining then, no more,--
And when, soon afterwards, I left,
I found him waiting at the door.

"'Tis getting late," the youth remarked,
"For ladies to be out alone,
And, may I have the pleasure, Miss,
Of seeing that you're safely home?"

I smiled and took the gallant's arm,
What else could anybody do?
I've liked the fellow ever since
And have no doubt he likes me too.

[The end]
Matt W. Alderson's poem: School-Ma'am's Story

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