Poetry Lesson* Poem by Ray Mather

The door flung open with an almighty bang
And into the class strode Beth and her gang
Giggling and gassing like a gaggle of geese;
A volley of sound destroying the peace.
A few seconds later, enter the boys
With an even greater volume of noise
Into the room they stagger and stutter
With a scraping of desks and mass of clutter
Finally, comes Wayne, a rock of a lad,
Covered in crumbs from the crisps he’s just had
He jumps in his seat, he know he is late
And the poor little chair groans under his weight.
At last the teacher stands up to say,
“We are doing poetry techniques today.”


*How many techniques can you spot in this poem?


© Ray Mather 2008