Best Grammar School Poems

My Religious Studies School Class


At the back of the class on the seat of a wooden writing desk  
Like a thinner version of Billy Bunter, ink blots and all.
Ensconced with both eyes open, listening, but body drifting
This was Religious Studies in the old school...

Continue reading...

speak up my dear
the class can't hear you 
when you mumble
e-n-u-n-c-i-a-t-e
stand up straight
pull that hair back 
from your face
no wonder no one wants 
to play with you
at recess all you ever do
is sit outside the classroom door
nose in a book
"look, look! it's bug-eyes"
she hears somebody...

Continue reading...