And Austen,
the crafts teacher,
said: here, bring up
your attempt at pottery,
show them, boy.
So I took up
my attempted pottery
and held it up.
The kids looked
and one or two
laughed on cue,
but the others sat glum,
waiting for the punchline
which didn't come.
Weren't you watching
when I demonstrated
how it was to be done?
Austen said.
I held down the ***
guess I didn't see it all.
Why not?
he said.
You were you going
too fast,
I replied.
Too fast?
who else thinks
I was going too fast?
No kid
put up their hand
of course.
I suggest boy
you were not watching
or your brain
is too slow;
go sit down
and listen.
I walked back
with my ***
and sat down
placing my ***
carefully on the desk.
The teacher eyed me,
then went on to show
how it was to be done.
The kid next to me
hid his from sight
with his hands;
it was worse
than mine,
but there you go,
I mused,
couldn't give a hoot
about pots or pottery;
it meant nothing
at least to me.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
And Austen,
the crafts teacher,
said: here, bring up
your attempt at pottery,
show them, boy.
So I took up
my attempted pottery
and held it up.
The kids looked
and one or two
laughed on cue,
but the others sat glum,
waiting for the punchline
which didn't come.
Weren't you watching
when I demonstrated
how it was to be done?
Austen said.
I held down the ***
guess I didn't see it all.
Why not?
he said.
You were you going
too fast,
I replied.
Too fast?
who else thinks
I was going too fast?
No kid
put up their hand
of course.
I suggest boy
you were not watching
or your brain
is too slow;
go sit down
and listen.
I walked back
with my ***
and sat down
placing my ***
carefully on the desk.
The teacher eyed me,
then went on to show
how it was to be done.
The kid next to me
hid his from sight
with his hands;
it was worse
than mine,
but there you go,
I mused,
couldn't give a hoot
about pots or pottery;
it meant nothing
at least to me.
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