Lunch Duty - Chris Warren

    Lunch Duty

    I wandered slowly, as a crowd

    Of third years thronged the window sills,

    When all at once I yelled out loud

    ‘Get lost you silly daffodils!’

    On their hands and on their knees

    They sprawled as from a foul disease. 

    Continuous as girls in Year Nine

    Who gossip in the dinner queue,

    They stretched in never ending line

    Along the margin of the school.

    Ten thousand saw I at one glare

    Tossing their heads and combing hair. 

    The boys beside them danced, but they

    Ignored that extroverted glee -

    A teacher should not walk away

    From such unruly company.

    I gazed and as I gazed I thought

    How much I learnt since first I taught! 

    For oft when on my desk I lean,

    In vacant or in pensive mood,

    They come like some nightmarish dream -

    Which is the curse of solitude —

    And then my heart with terror fills

    In panic-dread of ‘daffodils’.

EBunbury EBunbury
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1 Response Mar 2, 2009