Poem -

Primary school

Primary school

The classroom was always cold,
the walls drowned in notice boards,
the text always bold,
With scribbled pictures that hung on cords.

the food was always awful,
the potato’s like tortoise skins,
and the teachers always lawful,
telling us our sins.

the yard was always wet,
the equipment forever crowded,
from climbing frame to swing set,
until the bell was sounded.

we always hated school,
until we moved away,
we’ve realised we missed the rules,
and that’s all that we can say.


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Terry Reeves

That's fine but we need some magic
if you're going to win the Nobel prize.


Thats perfect loaded with memories