Tissue
Some of us men
When lying
On our backs
Under apple trees
In April will see
In the blossoms
The tissues we got
To take home
On the last day
Of fourth grade
Which was the first
Day of summer
The teacher we had
A crush on saying
Give these boxes back
To your mothers please
Tell her thank you but
We didn’t need them
All after all I guess
Less tears were shed
This year than last