I once worked in a studentcare centre
During a vacation one summer
I helped to keep score
When the staff sparked war
With one another they all did bicker.
At my workplace there were many children
Who could never sit still and listen
Preferred their own noise
Deemed me a killjoy
When i stood firm in starting the lesson.
In grade two was a cute boy named Amos
Who suffered from terrible sinus
Being love at first sight
To ensure he's all mine
I pried open his foul-smelling crevice.
And on to this little boy named Daryl
Who really ought to be called Cheryl.
He taught me great things
From skincare techniques
To hot tips on flattering apparel.
Daryl’s best friend was a boy named Raynor
Who was so prone to having blisters
That he soon became
One huge boil of shame -
When we poked him he flooded the centre.
Did i mention this girl named Desiree,
Who taught boys premature misery? -
Beat them at their games,
Put them all to shame,
Won all the boys' toys singlehandedly.
And there were also colleagues like Jimbo
Who constantly expressed sorrow: "oh
My ill-fated life
In which I’ve no wife
Materializing from the teevee show!"
Moving on to an old staff named Linda
Who often eats too many pratas
The ghee in her food,
Brought on many feuds
Instead of diarrhea, she burst in anger.
It was time to go, goodbye i whispered,
Their tears that fell, my own, they mirrored -
Those kids i did love
Who got on my nerves
I left with memories to write these words. |
Submission Name: untitled.
