Moving On From Graduation Day

“What makes me feel confident is,”

Denise confronted the coach’s quiz

Am I good at this

No one boos nor do they hiss

I handle my duty

Honest and truly

Hit my spot

Appearing hot

Flashing athletic attire

For all to admire

Prowling Chesire

Feline wanting hire

I am very nice

Making the social sacrifice

Throwing the competitive dice

Knowing I will pass

Getting a diploma medaling my youthful task

I am destined to turn a letter

Watching the television, saying Vanna I am better

Practicing in the dorm

Using my floor exercise as a platform

Preparing in the locker room

Be out soon

Until good old Tommy came along

Orchestra strikes up an eerie song

Swinging his fencing spear

Taking me down without a tear

Now what should I do

Go off and swim laps in the pool

All alone

Waiting for the ringing phone

Might I star in a fatal game

Where no one knows my name

Unless the guy was in a drunken state

Upset about his Friday Nite date

And then my performance came on

Making him ever so calm

Already inebriated and bombed

I let out a scream

He sipped some more sudsy cream

Remembering why I did not make the team

Ending up credited, killed off when a psycho fiend

Walked around with his metal sword

Wanting someone gored

At the time it was assured

I would not be poor

Instead, a tempted apple bitter to the core

They casted me

What did they want to see?

A doll, still a child

Needing to get wild

Gold was mine

If I took the time

To learn from this poetic rhyme

Read online

Not worrying about a lucky shot

With a fortune from the rainbow pot

If I spin a wheel

Spelling out a deal

Only for a job White would steal

From me or little Jennifer Beal

Message they both wanted ad dressing

A true lesson

Defining all this

What we do when our name is Miss

Wanting a kiss

And loved

Getting hugged by an angel above

Who let out a big howl

When we allow

Our character to die

On screen stating, “Why!”

Win lose or draw

Spending the day down at the mall

Using the credit card

Dreaming meeting him at the department store bar

Just sitting there

Looking for a flirty flair

With an additional scare

Traveling through the high school candy land years

Committed to the catalog picture fashion sold at Sears

Affording the six-pack beer

Acting like adolescents on a school bus

Having trust

Realizing it’s a must

Wiping the dust

Shining the winning bust

Showcasing my modeling smile

On file

In the eight and half by eleven stack

Ready for the killer’s attack

A nice buck earned

Peacefully resting in the ashes urn

All to getting a lucky role turn