Curio

those were the dog days

of starving klepto mongrels

home before the bell

who knows what lessons

were successfully evaded

in those truant hours

back in my laboratory

I had been dissecting

the entire enchilada

and I found it suspect

from its shabby suburbs

to its furtive interior

our buxom benefactor

was obtusely square

and everything she did

seemed strangely angular

but her association

with me was perhaps

most oblique of all

I was a mere curio

the prodigious man-child

a worldly innocent

in a cabinet of horrors

and I wondered

how many junk shops

she had trawled through

just to find me