Finally, what was there from its beginnings was clearer. How the coldness had been hidden behind an hysterically hyped up veneer. A scientist opportunist conning peers. A philanthropist grave-digger snatching moneyed sneers.
I’m not going to judge lest I be judged. I’m not going to hold a grudge lest they begrudge. Nor march to the next century to just trudge. Nor pose for a still frame where to budge Might mean blurring a Victorian image into muddy Georgian sludge.
at 7.34 he stepped out at 7.34 he closed the door behind him at 7.43 he stubbed out a fag and bought a newspaper at 8.08 and 20 seconds, he left the cafe at 9.09 and 3 seconds, he was snapped smiling on the street.
*first three lines of every verse are from my primary school reports.
John has worked well throughout the year Although he tends to dream at times. Often puzzled by new ideas, His poems, occasionally, lack acceptable rhymes.
He is beginning to come out of his shell And this is mirrored by his general improvement. A most likeable boy, he should do well. Enjoys a tipple, keen to experiment.
Somewhat hesitant when expressing himself orally He isn’t, by nature, very forward. His letters well-formed, his written work’s neat and tidy But when getting round to e-mails, he’s easily bored.
A slight thickness in speech (i.e. a lisp), He’s a co-operative and pleasant member of the class. He has a natural flair for language and shows great promise Though, after twenty five years in Italy, he could roll his ‘R’s.