My b's are dancing
And the d's complementing
When the crowds are lined up
My intellect is the hiccup

The teachers say I need a special school
My parents try harshness as a tool
My innocent mind didn't understand the cause
Of my intelligence being built with straws

I see my older one that excel
I should also be sturdy and should cartel
But what I deem is a universe beyond sight
That ignites my inside with delight

My little sister screamed
From the porch; Distinction!
I peered through the windscreen
Seeing my...