Munday on Monday: Frequent borrower

Frequent borrower

I rapped upon the door with force

And introduced myself, of course:

“Yes, I was in your third-grade class.

As pupils, we the year did pass

And every day you asked to borrow

A sheet of notebook paper. Tomorrow

Would come, you’d ask again

From me or from some other friend.

As years went by, we can surmise,

You never brought your own supplies.”

He silent stood; his face was drear;

So I spell out my purpose here.

Explaining thus my current track:

“Those sheets? Well now, I need them back!”

Don Munday