While eating alone in Kenny Rogers (for some reason I always have interesting seatmates whenever I eat alone in Kenny Rogers. There was that one gay hotel corporate powerful person who was leaking interview secrets to a male applicant who was muscular and wearing a tight shirt, and then there was the kid who brought a huge amount of toys and went on to destroy them, both stories I’ve already blogged about and I’m sure no one remembers), so, while eating alone in Kenny Rogers three days ago there was this 7 or 8 year old boy wearing his school PE shirt eating rice with gravy, for some reason he only wanted the gravy, and he was reciting some math stuff that he’d learned, some spelling stuff that he’d recently memorized, and then the mom went, “hey what about the new poem?” and I nervously told myself, obviously, the poem couldn’t possibly be, I mean it couldn’t possibly be….
“Alms, alms, spare me a piece of bread! Spare me your mercy!!!” the boy started to recite. Complete with facial expression and hand gestures at that.
I think he’s gearing up for a declamation contest. He would lose, he doesn’t look at all that poor. Unless of course his mom gets into Stage Mum mode and smears his face with uling. That would get the judges. For sure.
classic declamation piece. love it!
haha! panalo ako dati using this piece. patok!