This Work is Hard
‘Its not a joke’ said Mr Smith, but it wasn’t said to me
I kept my eyes upon the desk, and hoped he wouldn’t see
The doodles and squiggles, the oozles and liggles
That kept me company
Hoping not to hear the words ‘what are you doing Lee?’
This work it is impossible, little Mary bellowed out
you cannot add up the letters, yes she stated with a pout
adding A to the letter B, multiply it by the C
then you minus it from T?
I think you’re mad Mr Smith, it makes no sense to me
He turned his gaze away from John, away from his crossing out
Then clapped his hands with such a force, it made poor Mary shout
So how about I help you see, just how easy this can be
Please shush, listen to me
And dear peter please sit down, for sense you soon will see
The blackboard was now filled with chalk, and screeching the only sound
As Mr smith explained the work, the children looked profound
But soon the children understood, Mr Smith knew they would
Sights risen from the ground
when numbers could be letters their ideas bubble and bound
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Book / Fantasy
Poem / Poetry
Poem / Religion and Spirituality
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