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Wednesday, May 7, 2008
A Poem {5:06 AM}
Some are born bored, some achieve boredom, and some have boredom thrust upon them. Such is the case when I find myself lying on my bed, waiting for my fever to return. So - what to do, what to do? In my case, write a poem! But since I'm so bedridden, how can I possibly find inspiration for a poem? That's easy - I don't have to.
The following poem is and ode to a scene I witnessed one recess.
Dash of the Sec 2 Cohort
Half a square, half a square
Half a square forward
All in the canteen at Recess
Dashed the two hundred
“Forward, the Sec 2 cohort
Charge for the stalls!” he roared
All in the canteen at Recess
Dashed the two hundred
“Forward the Sec 2 cohort!”
Was there a student bored?
Not though the students knew
Long queues awaited
Theirs not to make reply
Theirs not to question why
Theirs but to queue and buy
Into the canteen at Recess
Dashed the two hundred
Rain to the right of them
Rain to the left of them
Rain in front of them
Showered and splattered
Sprayed at with watery mud
Boldly they out-dashed the flood
Into the canteen’s jaws
Into the Café’s yard
Dashed the two hundred
Flashed all their wallets bare
Flashed as their coins tossed in air
Paying the stall-holders there
Charging a cohort, while
All the school wondered
Plunged into cooking-grease
Right thro’ the line they breezed
Students and teachers
Reeled as though struck by disease
Shuddered and stuttered
Then they queued back, but not
Not the two hundred
Rain to the right of them
Rain to the left of them
Rain behind them
Showered and splattered
Sprayed at with watery mud
They that had dashed so hard
Came thro’ the canteen’s jaws
Back from the Café’s yard
Gourmet two hundred
When will they be civilized, then?
O the wild dash they went!
All the school wondered
Ponder the dash they went
Ponder the Sec 2 band
Peculiar two hundred
And, before you ask: Yes, I
am that bored.
YiHua
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