Roger McGough Poems
|1.||The Sound Collector||8/18/2015|
|3.||Kinetic Poem No.2||1/3/2003|
|7.||The Time I Like Best||1/3/2003|
|12.||You And I||1/3/2003|
|13.||The Trouble With Snowmen||1/3/2003|
|15.||Let Me Die A Youngman's Death||1/3/2003|
|17.||First Day At School||1/3/2003|
First Day At School
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. ...
So you think its Stephen?
Then I'd best make sure
Be on the safe side as it were.
Ah, theres been a mistake. The hair
you see, its black, now Stephens fair ...
Whats that? The explosion?
Of course, burnt black. Silly of me.
I should have known. Then lets get on.