Friday, September 11, 2009
A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go ( To go where? )
Why are they all so big, other children
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in their uniforms
Lived all their lives in the playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don't let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up
And the railings
All around, the railings
Are they to keep out the wolves & monsters
Things that carry off & eat children
Things that you don't take sweets from
Perhaps they are to stop us from getting out
Running away from the lessins. Lessin
What does a lessin look like
Sounds small & slimy
They keep them in glassrooms
Whole room made out of glass. Imagine
I wish I could remember my name
Mummy said it would come in useful
Like wellies. When there's puddles
Yellow wellies. I wish she was here
I think my name is sewn on somewhere
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me
Tea-cher. The one who makes tea
- Roger Mcgough -
[Don't Know, Don't Care]
Growing old is mandatory;Growing up is optional
3:47 PM
