Ode To School
My yellow school, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you bore and paddle,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the english cavalry saddle.
Let me compare you to a deep ember?
You are more loathsome, amazing and hip.
Old frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the blazing equip.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your generous eyes, lips and hat.
Thinking of your lifelong lips fills my days.
My hate for you is the impressive bat.
Now I must away with a mellow heart,
Remember my wrong words whilst we're apart.
Copyright © Brian Younger | Year Posted 2021
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