A Parody
(To UL/17/F/223 This Monument Is Given by Logan High)
She was founded by the church to be,
One who kept her eyes shut when it was time to pray.
And all the kids her age agree
There were many things she didn’t do or say.
For in everything she did she aimed to please,
With the common want and not need,
Only herself and God to a certain degree.
She didn’t fight because she didn’t care,
For the records will show her to be fair.
(Among the As everyone waited to see,)
Occasionally there’d be the dreaded B.
Her peers will say she didn’t cause much of a fuss,
There isn’t much she wouldn’t do for us,
and she utterly refused to ever cuss.
Medical records will show they weren’t too fun,
Two herniated discs and not just one,
But her parents would say the surgery was a success.
She dreamed to rise about everyone else,
She’d undergo this process in a so-called stealth.
A future, some hair, a promise, and a drive.
Cliques around town might have their talk,
Attentiveness was never found to be present.
An unwavering idea, which in fact turned out to be a hard walk.
She broke her heart to date in high school for hopes she wouldn’t have to again,
Although she knew it was never a sin,
But she’s bad at endings and only wants to begin.
Was she different? Was she skilled? The question is bad:
If anyone pondered her happiness, she’d be anything but mad.
E. Burkhamer
