LESSON HERE (Thoughts of a twelve-year old)
By Peter Woodgate
Countries
form part of it
Ground
structure is the art of it
Geography,
I
hate that stuff.
Punctuation,
my heads just full of it
Reading,
I’ve had my fill of it
English,
I
hate that stuff.
Algebra,
can’t make sense of it
This
equation, I’m rather tense with it
Mathematics,
I
hate that stuff.
This
program, can’t get my head around it
A
gigabyte, don’t liken the sound of it
Computer
studies,
I
hate that stuff.
The
world and individual greed in it
How
we behave creates a need for it
Sociology,
I
hate that stuff.
My
chisel’s always blunt when I use it
Please
Sir, it’s such a mess, will you excuse it?
Woodwork,
I
hate that stuff.
It’s
green and I have fun on it
Sometimes
I see the rabbits run on it
Grass,
I
smoke that stuff.
Copyright Peter Woodgate
Very clever device. thank you Peter.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem Peter. Up there with your best.
ReplyDeleteApt and clever.
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