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Poetry By: Indie Skreet

Hubble Bubble is an uncontrolled mixture (similar to bubble and squeak but has a variety of meat, vegetables and any leftovers), an uproar or a turmoil, which was descriptive of my personality. I could be amiable, charming even, but often chose to be rude and demanding of attention. My humour was often based on ridicule and I had an inbuilt dislike of discipline. When I arrived at pre-school aged three, I was reading articulately and writing too; therefore bored in lessons which were of course necessary for the other children to be taught. School was not fast paced enough and denied me the creative and physical environment I desired.

Submitted:Jan 17, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Eventually six schools in all

In each I chose to play the fool

And broke every pointless rule

With humour bordering on cruel

In some teachers gave leeway

Accepted that I'd have my say

Others acted with dismay

At my tragic Cabaret

I shrugged shoulders at detention

In classes created tension

My name often given mention

At each parent board convention

Though not without ability

I hid the fact deliberately

Hated sanction considerably

But could turn on civility

And when more than sniff of trouble

Ma removed me on the double

Though often would be a struggle

To re-school her hubble bubble


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