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A Poem by Ruth Wild

Published on Monday, May 9 2011

My teacher gave me work to do, but where do I begin trouble is my heads a shed, grey cells are waring thin

I have to write a poem but I don't know where to start trouble is these days I'm really not too smart

I have to cook the dinner but in what order should I do trouble is my timing, custard doesn't go with stew

The shopping is a must but I can't seem to write a list trouble is my spelling I think I must be p***ed

I got invited out last night but I can't remember where trouble is my memory it really is impaired

I got laughed at yesterday 'bet she's had a few to drink'

trouble is my balance my feet don't stop and think

Kids need help with homework but I can't seem to get it right trouble is my maths again I'm not too bright.