Teacher stood Saying Marie converse in verse ?

Eh said I, This class is hell its the worse 

I can't write or talk Petry and all that crap stuff

bugger this I thought I've had just about enough

I went to toilet then ran all way home that day

I hate bloody poetry,  not doing it, no way?

Next day on detention I had to write a verse

I tried saying I was ill, I needed the school nurse

So I sat and thought out loud in anger for a bit

then I wrote miss a little poetical bit of s..t

I WONDERED LOOKING AT THE CLOUD 

I WROTE A POEM MISS WAS PROUD 

SHE THEN GOT OFF MY BACK AND SMILED 

SEE YOU ARE A POET YOU STUPID CHILD 

That was the poem she read, and said see yippee

Marie has made it she thought and wrote poetry

From that day on I was hook on verse and rhyme 

laughter to tears I could make words just mine

eventually I got head girl top of my class

I started writing as our towns The Northern Lass 

That was a long time ago a million poems on file

I love what I write, it's in my hand and my style