Number One At Last
NUMBER ONE AT LAST
Crouched over a desk with knees tucked under
Echoes of that old schoolroom haunt me still
The teacher’s comments as loud as thunder
It seemed to me I was put through the mill
Vocal contempt at my quivering quill
Always marked down across all the classes
A record of failures and no passes
But Autumn term and a new school beckoned
My life changed when I was prescribed glasses
I mostly came first and rarely, second
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2022
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