Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Want to learn a lesson the hard way?



Chaos ruled OK in the classroom

as bravely the teacher walked in

the nooligans ignored him

His voice was lost in the din

‘The theme for today is violence

and homework will be set

I’m going to teach you a lesson

one that you’ll never forget’

He picked on a boy who was shouting

and throttled him then and there

then the girl behind him

(the one with grotty hair)

Then sword in hand he hacked his way

between the chattering rows

‘First come, first severed ’ he declared

‘fingers, feet or toes’

He threw the sword at a latecomer

it struck with deadly aim

then pulling out a shotgun

he continued with his game

The first blast cleared the backrow

(where those who skive hang out)

they collapsed like rubber dinghies

when the plugs pulled out

"Mushrooms" by Silvia Plath


By Silvia Plath

Overnight, very

Whitely, discreetly,

Very quietly

Our toes, our noses

Take hold on the loam,

Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,

Stops us, betrays us;

The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on

Heaving the needles,

The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.

Our hammers, our rams,

Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,

Widen the crannies,

Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,

On crumbs of shadow,

Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.

So many of us!

So many of us!

We are shelves, we are

Tables, we are meek,

We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers

In spite of ourselves.

Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning

Inherit the earth.

Our foot's in the door.