A friend tried to hide their yawn in school,
What happened to his face made him a small fool.
When you hide a yawn, you kind of have to strain,
It takes the muscles, some blood and the brain.
She put a hand up to cover her mouth,
But there were signs, east, west and south.
Her cheeks danced salsa around her mouth-cover,
Good enough moves to attract a Cuban lover.
Her forehead plateau, usually so smooth,
Now the Himalayas, coarse and uncouth.
Her neck imitated a scaredy-cat snake,
It shook so hard I thought it’d break.
I witnessed this going on for a minute,
And in my mind, my head said “Spin it!”
It started deep down in my tummy,
Where I hide everything that’s yummy,
Moved on up saying “HI!” to the lungs,
Climbed on higher touching all the neck rungs,
Erupted out of my kisser real quick,
A hyena-ic laughter, high and slick.
That took the heat off of my friend’s yawn,
And got me kicked out onto the green lawn.