Exams Poem by Phil Soar

Exams



Maths was not my strong point,
when I was just a lad
My spolling was atroshus,
and my history was bad
I was no good at geography,
and often went astray
I'd wander off to somewhere strange,
and lose a complete day
It wasn't a surprise to me,
that I failed my exams
it's probably why throughout my life
I've ended up in jams

Wednesday, January 21, 2015
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