Art Neilson

He taught two subjects: Art, and Neilson―
Known better as the facts of life.
If he forgot your name, his became Old Snotnose.
But he never did, so he called me by my last name
And I called him Art Neilson.

He stood straight as a gravestone.
Built like an ox, he was a gentle giant.
Class with Art was like being afraid
To step in the ring with your grandpa
Because you know you’d lose.

After class, I’d brag to my friends,
And anyone else who would listen,
That I’d learned from the best today;
That today I learned the Art of Neilson
In my ninth grade Biology Class.