Singing School Bus Driver

Classmates sang “Naida Potata” like a melody on their tongues.

Wunda the Witch welcomed me each morning with a song.

Even Tho created waves of musical notes to my ears.

Gramma Sang Old Dan Tucker for my supper.

Wunda the Witch welcomed me each morning with a song.

Telling jokes feels like performing a favorite song.

Gramma Sang Old Dan Tucker for my supper.

School bus kids became my new song.


Telling jokes feels like performing a favorite song.

Rhyming names become a lullaby.

School bus kids became my new song.

I was the singing school bus driver.

Rhyming names become a lullaby.

Even Tho created waves of musical notes to my ears.

I was the singing school bus driver.

Classmates sang “Naida Potata” like a melody on their tongues.


Naida Lavon

4/21/09

Poetry workshop with Liz

Practice example of Pantoum-style 15th century Malaysian poetry.

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