The Best Days

A nostagic poem recalling those innocent days of yore, when schoolboys armed themselves with only semi-lethal weapons.


Witty and Wry Poems


Humorous Poems


Changing Schools

Things have certainly changed
Since I was a boy at school
No one carried drugs or knives
Not even the dumbest fool
Any search of pupils in my day
Would merely have resulted in
The seizure of a handful of fags
And the confiscation of a catapult

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