Teaching Poetry to High School Boys
By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
The fragility of teenaged boys is well known
Despite their tough hands stained with oil and grease
And their slouch and their ‘tude, wanting to be grown
Their loud voices disturbing the classroom’s peace
(Ooooh-RAH!)
And true enough they are rough-and-tumble souls
Who are seldom frightened away from any fray
But nothing blasts manly roles so full of holes
As a name like Edna St. Vincent Millay
(Shiver!)
In teaching boys poetry you’re just out of luck
Unless there’s a dog or a pickup truck
(Hey, Old Dude, is “deer stand” an iamb or a trochee?)
LogoSophia Magazine 