-Voted "Most Humorous"-

Manuel Anselmo entertained
The student body of Hicksville High
For four long years

With a disposition to resort to excesses
When faced with a tepid response to a performance.

When audiences shanghaied from the corridors
Slipped from his grasp,
He forged ahead following them to the next class
Mimicking the inner-sole to inner-sole,
Slow-witted saunter of Milton Berle.

From out of nowhere, his elbow would jab

The vacant side of any available set of ribs 
As he cautioned the recipient to prepare for something;

Something he knew would surely fire-up the funny-bone. 

Let this serve as his eulogy,

Shuffle toward his casket in deliberate
Execution of the rite.

He died a young man.
His audience was young. 

Manuel Anselmo,

A plank of chalk,

Stripe-colored straws protruding from his nostrils,

A lampshade askew atop his stone-cold head,
His face, a grayer shade than living, the last
Powderpuff blotting the sheen before the closing ceremony.