I remember the days of schoolboy French
When one day along came a comely wench
She made me all tongue tied and caused a certain distress
At least that’s how I remember the French mistress
She used to sit upon my desk
All long legged and short skirted
I could have sold my seat a thousand times over
But I sat there happily disconcerted.
The l’autobus est parti
Saturday 12th March 2022 11:54 am
As we sit in the covid Squallor at first i thought i'd never want to or be able to write anything about it. I was stuck in the house a lot as a kid and this time in our lives has made me feel like i was going back to that, just slowly falling back. The closing down of old life i found too heavy and miles too depressing, and truthfully its still despressing but out of that came a great suprise...
Friday 11th September 2020 12:24 pm
You are a very hot teacher,
Kinkiness is your branded feature...
Although today you teach me tease me on zoom,
There was once the same activity you would do in my room...
Whenever you would call me to your house,
More than my learning I would see you playing with my mouse,
I owe it to you and your lessons till eternity,
How can I forget the first lesson on my virginity...
You taught me phy...
Sunday 6th September 2020 6:58 am
I've told you before stay clear of that
Boy if you ask me there's
Something wrong there
Turning up to school on his own not a soul
Knows a thing about him he's a
(Stand still when I'm
Talking to you) he may be good at
Maths and yes' he's
Tiny but he's always fighting he's
Beaten kids much
Bigger he made mincemeat of Jimmy
Cummings its autism if you...
Sunday 31st May 2020 12:13 pm
Preamble: see below for explanation that is too long to preamble here.
I didn’t know I was still angry till the day I heard you’d died.
Suddenly the old bitterness is welling up inside
I haven’t given you a thought for literally years
But now I find my eyes are filling up with tears
Not of grief, but of re-awakened pain
Reliving the sting of your words all over again
I’m not ...
Wednesday 10th October 2018 1:04 pm
I learned to suppress my hunger.
You stimulated my pallet with your sweetness
and I hungered.
Walking without purpose
I stumbled over myself.
You took hold of my hand
and I was steadied.
When attacked by the cold
I would defend my residence.
You showed me to open,
embrace the cold and warm it.
When lost and confused,
I rushed a...
Monday 5th March 2018 2:44 pm
Saturday 25th May 2013 9:45 am
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
Do you have to dress smart to make wise?
Can you better teach art wearing ties?
Aren’t there so many places
More suited to airs and graces
Than one which education supplies?
Can we make divergent thinking the norm
Whilst we’re all being forced to conform
To what seems to me an antiquated fashion
Amputated of utility and passion?
A retrograde ste...
Wednesday 20th July 2011 11:34 pm