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Registration Rumpus
Meet in room 16
Quarter to nine we meet
Gossiping, brushing hair
Laughing loudly, no one cares
Flying schoolbag
Seems to be no-one's
Lands like a waiting bomb
Yet no one bats an eyelid
Form tutor goes
We're left unsupervised
Uncontrollable chaos
Head of French materialises,
Ready to charge.
Where'd she come from?
We all sit silently,
Devils in Angel form
wel i can defintly relate terri lol n yes room 16 is quite hetic lol!!! i love the bit where no one reacts to the school bag! coz that is sooo true! great poem u put real life into words soo easily! but its so hard 4 me :0 x me x
lol isnt that just what all our schools are like? well very much so anyway, maybe not the flying schoolbag as much, more like a flying footbal or some of the teachers possessions! lol