Blackboard Blues

poem by: Geoffrey Brewer
Written on Jan 31, 2017


I woke up this morning and I had the blues
And the blacks and the Reds and greens whence to choose
In days gone by when boards were black
And teachers weren't wary but on the attack

Chalk was as white as snow filled skies
You could tell a school master by the dust on his flies
But now boards are white and we've ink on our fingers
And the odour of liquor that inculpates and lingers

Use markers that erase and be sure they're never
Permanent and fix your mistakes there forever
You should also remember these pens may be dated
And leave you with writing that's etiolated

With a piece of chalk you would know where you stood
Be it long short or tall it could make its mark good
Then if your mind blanked, went as clean as a whistle 
You could turn round, take aim, and launch it as a missile


Tags: happy, humor, rhyme,

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
A poem that is satisfying on many levels, well written and pleasurable to read.
Raychill Ellisonwonderland commented:
Too true! I like this much!
Christopher Russon commented:
I really like this poem.brings back memories.
Nicho Mose commented:
Seems like yesterday...chalk, dusters and learning the Queen's knowledge in uniform too.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented:
Lovely poem Geoff....I had a few pieces of chalk bounce off my head in my time at school.....hahaha...sometimes even the chalk duster would go whizzing past!...good funny memories...thanks mate.....


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