Poetry Blog by mike booth (teaching)
A little poem for all the teachers out there...
Season of Tests
Season of tests and sallow fruitlessness,
Pacing the aisles of shuffling fidget minds
Tapping pens and flicking rulers and the mess
Of scrunched up paper, shavings and the rinds,
Satsumas curling, yellowing skins up turned,
Ink stained fingers, mucky finger nails,
The slow stumble of old ideas new learned....
Thursday 4th January 2018 1:12 pm
THE BALLAD OF THE SUPPLY TEACHER
I’m going to burst, I need a pen,
I had it first, say that again!
I’m feeling sick, You got a tissue?
Watch this trick, I heard her diss you…
It’s boring this, I hate this school
Can I see Miss, I play the fool.
I always leave before the end
I just sit here, beside my friend.
I won’t change seats, you can’t make me
Saturday 18th November 2017 5:53 pm