Distraction

Sorry I haven’t updated in over two weeks. Now watch while I distract you with a poem. I know I totally missed the silent poetry reading (was it last month?) but Crumpet just reminded me of it. I read it for a speech and drama exam or competitions or both, I can’t remember, but I still love it.

First Day at School

A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don’t let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.

And the railings.
All around, the railings.
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?
Things that carry off and eat children?
Things you don’t take sweets from?
Perhaps they’re to stop us from getting out
Running away from the lessins. Lessin.
What does a lessin look like?
Sounds small and slimy.
They keep them in the glassrooms.
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.

I wish I could remember my name
Mummy said it would come in useful.
Like wellies. When there’s puddles.
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here.
I think my name is sewn on somewhere.
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.

Roger McGough

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2 thoughts on “Distraction

  1. I remember this poem! I remember you reciting it for the competitions and beautifully you did it too! I think I might read it to the year 9 assembly when I get back to school next term!

    You should write one about being a millionbillionwillion miles away from NZ – eg waiting for the tube (of what!)

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