Rod. Age 11. Hanover Park, Illinois
Originally published in May 2010
“Class, I want you to write an oxymoron poem,”
said our teacher in his ill health voice.
The class responded with a thunderous silence.
The students were doing all sorts of things.
Betty Sue was looking out our plastic glass windows.
Jim Bim was clearly confused.
Ike Sickel was terribly pleased.
There was a small crowd around
Cody Smuck because he is seriously funny.
Tatiana Smith made a silent yell
while Terry was clearly misunderstood.
I don’t know how I will write this poem.
Maybe my mom can help....