End Of Term Report Poem by Ray Mather

It’s been a rather difficult year
We’ve not always seen eye to eye
He has an unfortunate attitude
His sights are not set too high
It seems he’s content to plod along
And never to do his best
I can’t remember the last time
He showed any interest
His handwriting is appalling
I can hardly read a word
And some of the things he says in class
Are frankly quite absurd
He can’t take any criticism
He gets aggressive and starts to shout
Yet he’s always first in line
To dish the comments out
It would help if he got organised
He always arrives in a rush
His clothes look like they haven’t been ironed
His hair’s never seen a brush
It’s important that he understands
The impression he is making
If he really wants to get on in life
He has to do some stocktaking
It would help if he would listen
Follow instructions to the letter
But, no, SIR never listens to anyone
You’d think teachers would know better!



© Ray Mather 2000