Goodness, Gracious

"Goodness, gracious, great balls of-" I began.

"That's copy written" you interrupted.

I roll my eyes.

"I don't own this." I mutter, and then burst out in song,

"Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!"

Air guitar a must;

Spastic head movements accompany the motion.

You roll your eye.

I'm too caught up to notice.

"Ahem" says a voice.

"Oh great," what you're thinking;

I'm too caught up in my dance to notice.

"Miss?" The voice questions;

"Yeah?" I call out.

"Detention for you!" It orders.

"Oh shit." Comes out of my mouth…

"Make that two!" it amends.

"You bitch!" I exclaim.

"Three!" it shouts.

"Too bad!" I reply.

"What?" you ask.

I shrug.

"I don't go here.

No detention for me!"

"THEN GET OFF MY CAMPUS!" the voice orders me.

More shrugging, then walking…

I'm out the door, home free!

"Wait!" you scream, chasing after me.

Out of breath, panting, "how'd you do that?" you ask.

"It's simple… so simple…" I grin.

"Oh no!" you grumble.

"Because, goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!" and off down the street goes me.