The Blue Cord
By Ian Galey
In a hallway of learning at three in the day
With the vacuum all ready and cord under way,
All twisting and turning straight down through the hall
Through the passage of learning right up to the wall.
In the sight of the cord the small children would gasp
Traversing the hallway became a great task.
With attention and focus to each every stride
The attempt would be prompted and always denied.
In a school-place of learning they never were bored
But they also could never not step on that cord.