Geography lessons

When I see my kid struggling with her books, preparing for her "O" Levels, it brings back memories of the times that I too, was once like that. I was not half as diligent as her, yet somehow managed to pass. Lady Luck was smiling. I hope she smiles on her too.

I am writing about something from my school days. ( that was, wow, aeons ago).



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Geography lessons


I loved geography lessons
not most of my class.
Our teacher Mr. Newton from Texas
drawled in an accent that's hypnotic
and lured some of the guys to sleep,
not me.
And poor Mr. Newton won't know
what to do with them,
he couldn't throw a chalk at the deadbeats
not like Mr Tan of Physics class.
So I paid attention
and was quite good,
knew that Bikini was a nuked island
and oxbows were not weapons,
while most of them
fidgeted in their chairs, chewed gum
and hoped that Miss Pang
the sexy literature teacher
would walk past,
just some slight distraction.
And we had a guy
we called Chairman Mao
who would debate fervently
with Mr. Newton
the virtues of communism
over the capitalist pigs,
the proletarian will triumph
over the bourgeoisie
and the whole damn class
would groan
and wish for recess.

27/07/06
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