Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lineshe wrote a poem and called it "Chops"because that was the name of his dog, and that's what it was all aboutAnd the teacher gave him an "A"and a gold starAnd his mother hung it on the kitchen doorAnd read it to all his aunts....Once on a piece of white paper with blue lineshe wrote a poem he called it "Autumn"because that was the name of the seasonand that's what it was all aboutAnd the teacher gave him an "A" and asked him to write more clearlyAnd his mother never hung it on the kitchen doorbecause of the new paint.....Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem and called it "Innocence: A question"because that was the question about his girland that's what it was all aboutAnd the professor gave him an "A" and a strange steady lookAnd his mother never hung it on the kitchen doorbecause he never showed her.....Once, on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poemand he called it "Absolutely nothing"because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an "A" and a slash on each damned wristAnd he hung it on the bathroom doorbecause this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.