Ripshit Heart

Hillside Nursery School is where I learned to eat Play-doh. It was Niela Gladys who tied me to a chair and fed it to me. I was coerced into playing house with her. She said I was "Alice." She put on a pair of huge white lacy gloves from the dress-up bin and tied me to the blue plastic chair with a red gingham apron and a jumprope. She wasn't a very good tier; I could have escaped, but I was too scared. She was a year older than I was, and mean. I knew she was a Bad Girl. She fed me the Play-doh from a dented tin plate with pink flowers on it from the kitchen area. With tears flowing down, I ate it; it was really salty. It actually didn't taste that bad. I think I was rescued by Mrs. Lee, the teacher.

A few years later, Neila was in my class in elementary school; she had failed a grade. She made up all sorts of colorful songs which she sang to me in the lunch line.

My favorite was:

Your little butt
wiggles like King Tut
Your little vagina
wiggles like China
Your little boobs
wiggle like king ... tubes?

She had a problem with the last rhyme, which is probably why the song was never finished.

posted by Scooter B. @ 1/04/2004 08:21:00 PM