Title: Sitting out side the office
by Marc from Scotland | in writing, poetry
Sitting outside the office
Awaiting certain doom
Fearing what will happen
When I get called into that room
The teachers confused me with someone else
Really you must see
And trust me when I tell you this
I swear it wasn't me!
Just because I misbehave
It does not mean I bear this guilt
It's just this reputation
That I, myself have built
I don't misbehave any more than my peers
Its just I'm always caught
Imagine getting away with it
Now that there is a thought
I'm sitting staring at the clock
It's almost half past three
Soon Ill be able to run away home
Just in time for tea!
The end of school bell suddenly rings
To my great relief
Lady luck has smiled upon me
And saved me from this grief!
I wrote this poem after reminiscing about some fun memories to put on my friend¿s memory blog. I recalled back in primary school all the many times I was sitting out side the school office waiting to be called in, every part of my brain focusing on a cover story to either get me out of the school¿s punishment or my parents¿ punishment when I got home. I must admit, although I was no angel in primary school, at least 50% of the time I had been accused, simply because of my reputation as a tearaway. This is a story of one of the very few occasions I was literally ""saved by the bell"".
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