The Education of Yuri Hospodar
I was trapped in a beehive and could not escape.
But I learned diligence and patience from the Queen.
as all the bees left the hive in a surprise of discovery
at a particularly large supply of scrumptious pollen,
I had escaped and managed to find my way
to a delightful gingerbread house.
Or so it seemed, at first.
I did not enjoy second grade.
The Giant Moths of Wahoo-Waheyy spirited me away
in the night, just before I was to be baked,
and taught me the secret ways of moths.
Having no wings, I found
applying the lessons of 3rd grade difficult.
She brought in cookies
the day before Thanksgiving.
Assigned to Mr. Grapplenozonovich’s class,
the Tertiary War of the MetalFace Galaxy
and the Three And Almost-One-Half Nebulae broke out,
and after he disappeared in a transporter beam
of a most startling violet, we barricaded the doors
and didn’t come out for the remainder of the school year, no,
not even for recess, even if I was forced to sit
next to Valerie Hossfritterharf (very mean)
due to seating in strict alphabetical order.
After some complex contract negotiations with the school board,
Ben Franklin came back from the dead just for me
and brought the University of Pennsylvania swim team over
to initiate me into the ways of manhood.
Some might say quite a bit early, but I enjoyed it,
and Ben was so pithy in court
that charges were not pressed against anyone.