Phil Soar

Gold Star - 51,423 Points (28.06.1952)

Nonsense 58 - Poem by Phil Soar

I recall a time when all I learned was tedious
And school was somewhere I could go and play
And kick the ball around at break, and feel alive
My life was fun and always seemed that way

And after all the years of mundane torture
When getting up meant more or less the same
And tests and exams always made me nervous
I saw the world as something I could blame

I never had a gift for all things educational
He slipped up when god handed me my brain
And so I left my dunces cap in school at night
so everyone would think I was insane

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015

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