Roger McGough

(November 9 - 1937 / Liverpool / England)

First Day At School - Poem by Roger McGough

A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don't let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.

And the railings.
All around, the railings.
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?
Things that carry off and eat children?
Things you don't take sweets from?
Perhaps they're to stop us getting out
Running away from the lessins. Lessin.
What does a lessin look like?
Sounds small and slimy.
They keep them in the glassrooms.
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.

I wish I could remember my name
Mummy said it would come in useful.
Like wellies. When there's puddles.
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here.
I think my name is sewn on somewhere
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.

Comments about First Day At School by Roger McGough

  • Jeanette Telusma (7/21/2017 5:31:00 AM)

    Oh... the innocence of such child. Enjoyable read. (Report) Reply

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  • Mohit Katyal (7/8/2017 1:50:00 AM)

    superb.................... (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (3/30/2017 5:08:00 AM)

    Very nice. Enjoyed this humorous poem about school. (Report) Reply

  • Sylva-onyema Uba (2/6/2017 11:29:00 PM)

    Tea- cher. The one who makes the tea.

    Well expressed poem!

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  • Isaac Ntegeka (1/25/2017 3:03:00 PM)

    Reminds me of my first day at school. It was in 2004 and I was so excited., But I ended up crying because other kids were crying. We. were crying for our parents. An. I have always been the smallest kid in my class. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (1/4/2017 11:22:00 AM)

    tom allport
    all this going on and not a tear or a bawl for I want me mam and then being told standing in the yocker dungeon will one day make you a man. (Report) Reply

  • Shareq Rahman (11/28/2016 7:28:00 AM)

    First Year in School.
    First year in school I was five years old. In some matters I was smart. I remember fleecing a friend of lot of money, walking outside the school and buying lots of ice cream and buns and treating all my friends. That money was meant for the school bursar and I don't remember what happened after that. I met that friend after 55 years and paid him back. I had learnt the power of money. I some matters I was stupid. I didn't know that the school had lots of toilets with maids attending You know what happened one day; it happens to many baby students. (Report) Reply

  • (10/7/2015 12:19:00 AM)

    excellent work of a poem-cher (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (10/6/2015 3:11:00 PM)

    Captures the innocence and charm of children (Report) Reply

  • (10/6/2015 11:21:00 AM)

    whimsically sweet..... (Report) Reply

  • Kenneth Maswabi (10/6/2015 9:54:00 AM)

    Creative imagination. I like very much. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • (10/6/2015 9:52:00 AM)

    Quirky in it's originality. Finger-on-the-button imagry relative to that TREMBLY day! !
    Only MacGough could summon such vividly off kilter sentiments. Evident in ALL His stuff! !
    (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (10/6/2015 8:20:00 AM)

    The first day in the school has a lasting impression in the life of a child.It may be a mixed feelings of happiness, fear and imagination.The poem is a lovely read with some interesting lines expressing the child's impression about the school, teacher and lessons. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (10/6/2015 7:44:00 AM)

    Mind rushes back to my school days that I miss a lot reading this poem. Very nice. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (10/6/2015 5:23:00 AM)

    It has been a great fun to read the poem. It reminds me of my days, though not essentially the first one, spent in my school. The imagery is just wonderful. To quote a few lines will make it clear:
    Must have been born in uniform / And the railings / All around, the railings / Are they to keep out wolves and monsters? ... / Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.
    (Report) Reply

  • Rahman Henry (10/6/2015 1:51:00 AM)

    Very nice poem, I'm charmed with. (Report) Reply

  • Jaishree Nair (8/18/2015 7:13:00 AM)

    First day at school vividly defined. Enjoyed. Keep writing (Report) Reply

  • (6/23/2015 11:08:00 AM)

    Lessin means what?? (Report) Reply

  • (4/12/2015 6:29:00 AM)

    Very nice (Report) Reply

  • (2/17/2015 11:13:00 PM)

    so much interesting poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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