Tiny as that mere needle,
He had
jumped off
That classroom window,
And the premises’ edgy fence,
cut less

his heart had
Foiled future for fogy mom
Who gave more halfpence than kicks
Giving tickles to those foes

To this wreck,
Even worms turn
And I weep!

Moron mother,
Had doomed the mind of this son,
Like that girl whose
neck never stretched for his birth