The hug

Roy from 6b gave me a hug.

Or was it his brother,

Ted from the parallel class.

I have no hope to know for sure.

I was setting up the PPT.

He values his elevated station

As the computer-sage,

The master of the e-board.

But he hugged me, and I wonder,

Why did he do that?

Why hug a warthog, such as I?

Does he identify my hairy arms,

My globular form,

as some kind of stuffed toy?

He went to Disney,

Three Disneies actually,

The boy is a fan.

Do I remind him

Of a certain inept ursine?

Or does it go deeper;

Does he know the "F",

my axe, in cruel exams,

Will not lightly fall upon him?

Is he old enough to “play the game”?!