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maria goodison

Rookie - 88 Points (06,10,1983 / perth scotland)

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Dear God i know your busy but please help me,
you see it's only haft past 11 and my year 10 are
driving me crazy.

I need a little help to keep cool and not fling this cup at
Paul who keep trying to make penny drink the green
paint, Marry who i would just like to say was very sweet
at the begging of the year, keep taking Peter pencil's
and sticking them in her ear.

Dear god it keep going, Billy cut Lucy hair now she
wont stop kicking him.
Lee keep calling Greg a fool now Greg caching him
round the room with the supper glue.

Mark found the stapler and staple Lilly jumper to her chair,
I've been looking for that stapler for almost a year.
It's almost lunch time now and lord if i could have a
few less kids back after lunch i would not mind at all.

Dear God just a selected few like Paul.
Lee.
Marry
Mark.
I also know that there mum's and dad's would be over joyed at having
not to clean up after them for a few days or more.

I know that kids will be kids and not all are bad it just seam that, that
rule was mist when you help make there 4.

Submitted: Friday, May 09, 2014

Topic of this poem: school


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