geography lessons

This is something from my school days, and that was eons ago. Although I was in the "Science" class (supposedly to be the better classes) I remembered I did quite well in the exams for geography than the maths and sciences that were the priority. Oh well.

I am posting this for Thursday Poets Rally Week 58.





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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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After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say "I want to see the manager".

-- William S. Burroughs

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