A Piece of Me

Dawn Mclaughlin
I went to a school a few 
primary ones, coz we had to 
move, never went nursery as I 
was a poorly child, thought I 
was clever at the age of 4, 
running across a road, with 
only icecrem in mind, Moores 
was the name of a sweet shop 
ith the best cola floats, a 
sweety heaven for every child. 
Hit by a van not looking or 
seeing, in a cot as a bed in 
hospital oh my head, my foot 
it got burnt, a bit of tounge I 
bit off, although my mum said 
it was not enough, secondary 
school boi that was a shock, 
bullies galore, even the 
sicence teacher, talking in 
class, always naughty but 
never that bad, if bouncing on 
a trampoline without a teacher 
in class, but feeling proud, coz 
you know u were good, being 
called the clown of the school, 
in a whole assembly, telling 
my mum, there she gos 
stomping up the school, the 
head teachers room A nun at 
that, lied to my mother, saying 
she never said that, but a 
school in a assembly of over 
200, never in my mums life as 
ever known, a horried Nun 
could ever lie, and till that day, 
I will always say, I may be a 
clown I don't care.. I was 
brought on this earth, for a 
good reason, and if its to 
make you laugh, then I'm 
happy a job done at last xxxx
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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