The day has ended
A long Monday it was
I’m guessing my one student
Asked if there was sugar
In every item on the McDonald’s menu
The questions were rapid fire and way off topic
But his way of understanding
Just couldn’t be slowed
All might have been fine
Had his -ose questions not been
Supplemented by penny gallery comments
From other students
About X-boxes and dogs burying tennis balls.
I left there
Certain of impending mayhem
Instead the next class offered a scholarly
Curve ball thrown by students
Ready to develop research questions
On culture in sports
Two students were even
Contemplating a thesis
That baseball is a pathway to God
It all ended with the next period when the madness
I had envisioned before arose
The classroom conversation was
Nothing like the prior stimulation
And disappointingly not about the skeletal system.
The class received a permanent seating arrangement
For their vocal dexterity

This Monday did more
Than make me thirsty
It shook every nerve
And emptied my soul of patience
For what is looking like a long week
Maybe….
No, I will go to sleep early
Resting with Ronald McDonald sugar plum fairies,
Visions of God and Billy Martin
Arguing over assigned seats,
And the knowledge that tomorrow is not
Monday