5th grade president.

To become 5th grade president is a big responsibility
That’s how I knew that it was my duty
Their were three spots you could be
President, vice and secretary
(That’s for girls, they have cooties)
Two rivals I had in the way of my goal,
Johnny Kennedy and Bobby Dole

Johnny Promised candy for all
And Bobby new playground balls
Next was me:

Friends School mates lend me your ears
The time is now to rest your fears
A new leader will rise up
I promise candy, balls and a brand new pup!

My speech was done
the votes were in
But who had won?
Whose term would begin?

First announced was secretary
“And the winner is” not me, but Billy!
Vice was next
Who was it? Who was it?  I was perplexed
The winner was…
Me?
Who would the president be it if was not me?

Johnny Kennedy!
My back felt daggeredy
He was my Buddy!
That Stupid Poop face!
(Don’t tell my mommy I cursed)

I wanted to fall
I wanted to cry!
And I did

It’s far from over,
It wasn’t fair
In a couple months I would be there!
The president!

My mom said their was nothing I could do
But this would not be my Waterloo
I was a master of getting what I wanted
I would make him think he was haunted!

So late one night when he was asleep
(About 7 o’clock, my bed time wasn’t ‘til 8)
It would be dark
I would cross through the park
I would dress like a ghost
That’s what he’s scared of the most
I opened his window, and slid right in
He would be so frightened 

I got ready with a grin on my face
And would be put in my true place
“Johnnyyyyyyyy” I said
“If you don’t want to be haunted
Give president up”
Johnny’s face lit up!

“Okay, okay I concede” he declared
It was over, done was my deed.
“Sign this” I said, and he did so quickly
“Now tomorrow give it to Mr. Prickly”

The very next day, upon my arrival
I was met by police not the oath and the bible
The contract he signed they traced back to me
Soon turned to gloom and away from glee
This time tomorrow I would not be free
If there is one thing I’ve learned the past day
My penmanship sucks.