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Spelling Test 1955
larrylark

Corporation bus, mud coloured beast
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eased over cobbles.
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Pneumatic tyres of “a new age of reason”
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hissed through unseasonable east wind.
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Tram lines torn up. Jump off,
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Take the short cut.
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Was i born to this rut?
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Don’t be a fool get there on time,
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every single morning,
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don’t miss, it’s a sin.
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Skool skool skool.
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Stand still, stand in line, can’t win.
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Must follow their rules
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Dinner’s dodgy food in grim dining room
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Stodgy chocolate pud’s luminous pink sauce
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Spelling test came ever closer,
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when her with trap door mouth
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cast iron attitude, brown sensible shoes,
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bun in her hair, held the gun of her moods to our heads,
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filled us with fear, cowed as the moment drew near.
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Silence, pin drop, nothing could be said.
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Eyes averted. “ To the front,” she screamed.
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Perspiration streamed like a tidal sea.
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I knew the language but how it sounds
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is not how it is spelt, but how to tell,
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try to explain, pray for the bell.
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Rain on window washed hope away.
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Voice without pity,
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“Come on, can’t wait forever.
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Wrong, wrong, wrong. Why can’t you be clever?
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(Now there was a riddle.)
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Bring me the long cane wretched little piddle of a  boy.”
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The pain was there for the rest of the day,
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and my Dad said I deserved it,
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“Life’s not all about play.”
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He always was a bit of a sadist as well as a fool.
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Nothing he could do when he was at skool.
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25 Nov 10

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well written my friend. very well done. I feel for you.
 — unknown

Excellent imagery and a heartfelt writ indeed
 — hue

Might have known it was yours, nice working
 — hue

Terrible days ..just terrible
 — larrylark

Sometimes i can't feel my heart at all
 — larrylark

intriguing poem with some nice moves.  brings to mind Pink Floyd's "Another Brick in the Wall"
 — JKWeb

I am the morter

Larry c...ment Lark
 — larrylark

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