Did I say?
I got into trouble today.
Staring out of the window, watching the witches washing.
The teacher was teaching us how to use an abacus
Really, what's it got to do with us?
An ancient relic.
Care? Not I!
Truly the witches' whites were more fun,
It's drying, nearly done.
On the old line,
Now her black teeth show as she smiles, but that teacher should resign!
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Ruth Stewart
I'm a grandmother of four amazing grandchildren and a mum of three fabulous children. I write poetry mainly, also prose and the odd story. I live in Scotland, UK. For a secret link to watch me read my favourite poems click right here!
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Maybe The Moon
PLEASE NOTE: The following poem is written from my personal experiences as a child in school and the things I've come to realize about myself. This is raw for me and I will ask that any comments you might be compelled to give are kept civil and open-minded. I will take action in removing comments that are overly inflammatory. Thank you for understanding.
By Meggen Olson 7 days ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Interesting poetic story. Well done.
This is awesome! Loved it the first time you read it to me! Well done!
Nicely done
This was an intriguing story within a poem! I enjoyed it; great work!