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Evelyn
KILROY WAS HERE
I don’t know who started it.
The story I heard was
it’s an inspector in Boston
who drew the big-nosed face
on ships that he had okayed.
But who knows, there are
other stories going round.
Leave it to the sophomore boys
to pick up on a fad and overdo it.
They think they’re so clever.
KILROY WAS HERE is now in
every girls room in the school.
I know my brother had
something to do with it.
That’s why I decided to get even.
I snatched a pair of his drawers
from the line and drew Kilroy
on the seat of the pants.
I’m sure mother will figure out
who defaced Jimmy’s drawers.
I have a feeling she’ll be laughing.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Photo, from the WW II monument in Washington, D.C., by Kurt Magoon.
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