Benny held
his conker
from old string
Derek aimed
at it with
his conker
then brought his
down with speed
whacked Benny's
conker in
a wide arc
twirling round
Benny's hand
has it spilt?
Derek asked
Benny looked
at his brown
conker no
it's ok
Benny said
my go now
Derek held
his conker
from new string
Benny aimed
and whacked it
into two
and it flew
to the ground
that was my
fiftenner
Derek said
he picked up
the pieces
and walked off
Benny watched
him go off
and put his
conker in
his pocket
and walked back
into school
as the bell
was ringing
for lessons
history
with Mr Finn
The Normans
William
the wild eyed
Conqueror
just like him.
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