Sometimes_In_St_Felix - Part 1 (Junior Class) Poem by Alexandrian Ink

We are all guys you know
Which persist wherever you go
That which then you failed to leave
On you it will forever cleave
We hustled by all means
‘Take my rice, give me your beans
100 meters from the Chapel
Running to refectory, running for the meal
Off heart we had the bush map
For our stomach to help
I know each fruit of the guava
It was really a banger massacre
A sachet of salt during resumption
Numbering all the palms in the plantation
Our ‘sailing' wings developing
Our little minds increasing
We import with care thus
Our senior mal-handle us
I could strongly believe that St. Felix
‘SFS' is nothing but ‘Suffer For Six'

#Ali Alexon