Cursive Writing

In third grade I learned cursive
And I loved the way it looked
While others clung to printing
I admit that I was hooked
On the swirls, and curls, and flowiness
Of the letters on each line
And I practiced each with diligence
And attempted to refine
The subtle, forward slant of it
The loops and ending strokes
My teacher said I had a flair
Unlike some bumbling blokes
Who never seemed to understand
Just how to make a z
And never mastered bridging
From a w to an e
It seems that cursive’s heyday
May reside now in the past
But I’m convinced if John Hancock knew
He’d certainly be aghast.