POEM TEACHER’S LAMENT. Don’t tell me that the cat ate your math sheet, And your spelling words went down the drain, And you can’t decipher your homework, Because it was soaked in the rain Don’t tell me you slaved for hours On the project that’s due today And you would have had it finished If your snake hadn’t run away Don’t tell me you lost your eraser And your worksheet and pencils too And your papers are stuck together With a great big glob of glue. I’m tired of all your excuses, There are really a terrible bore. Besides, I forgot my own work. At home in my study drawer. BY: MALIAMUNGU ISMAIL (A.K.A ISMIC MALZ)
WHO AM I
I love you, but I know you can’t believe it, I try to be close to you, but you push me away, You do not remember me when you are joyful, But when you are troubled, you call me first. I sent my only son, to die and save you, So that I pardon you, but you abandoned his ways and on his birthday you indulge in all sorts of sin, You party all night instead of praising the joy of his presence on earth. I say this from the bottom of my heart, For however much you wrong me, I will always love you, Until you realize my love for you, And decide to turn to me I only hope it will not be too late. Asedri Morphat Adriko S6 sci
PLEASURE OF LITERATURE
Don’t tell anyone what I am just to tell, you child of a delegate, or else arrow of god will strike you dead. There is one that is tormenting me, the African child. The burdens of discovery won’t give me peace yet twelfth night is long in coming I know thing fall apart yes; Ocwinyo did tell me about the fate of the banished. Open your eye to see the Treasure Island in river between fear not the black mamba, the trials of brother Jero within you, or around you and everywhere eventually giving room to murder in the cathedral. Lord of flies…… Be my witness. The bride keeps on lamenting how she would delight to be as peaceful and loving as the lion and the jewel not the concubine. “Weep not child” says the mother to me. You are still the explosive eighteen in love with the princess Daries. The president’s daughter has great expectations but Benjamin tells her “think big” and soon you will blossoms of the savannah add kulet. And never dream of being in the school for scandal concludes Sheridan. Literature is real ladies and gentlemen. It is nothing but the truth about society Complied by: OPIGA HUMPHERY aka OPG VIV S.3.A
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