 The Elephant in the Room
Inspired by 'Countdown' by Alan Weisman We welcomed it in as an infant: It seemed very cute way back when. But now it’s a grey brutish giant, It’s a bit late to think: Think again. Its bulk has spilled out to each corner And it’s damaged each table and chair. The whole room feels stiflingly warmer Like it’s breathing the last of the air. And after it’s cleaned out the larder, And its trunk has drunk everything dry, And it’s left us neck-deep in its ordure Still then we won’t ask ourselves why. Only when walls all start falling, The whole house rocks on its foundation, And even the elephant’s bawling... Then we’ll discuss population.
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 Situations Vacant
We’re looking for a leader, since the former leader’s quit And we really need somebody who will be a perfect fit: A candidate who’s fully Democratic to the letter (And if you are a Liberal than that would be even better). Dear Applicant, please heed our firm and sensible advice: If you’re not that tolerant, you maybe should think twice. Our leader must be fully signed up for equality, So if that piques your conscience, why not join the DUP? If you’re rather troubled by what others do in bed, They’re crying out for vicars. Why not go do that instead? It’s really not that relevant who is and isn’t sinning. What we need is someone with an appetite for winning.  The Gap in the Hedge
Some sheep always find the gap in the hedge And dip into the lane to nibble dock. Freed from the field, they find a better place Of open hills and pastures with no end. Exploring, they go onward, round the bend, Then looking back there’s no familiar face. Spooked, they trot back home to join the flock, Forget they’d ever ventured to the edge.  Pulling the Perse Strings
Dedicated to everybody stuck indoors revising So, how has Tom been doing since the start of Autumn term? He tells us he’s been trying hard and we’ve been rather firm About how much he’s going on the internet at home Except for when he’s Skyping with a French boy called Guillaume. We’ve tried to get him up for maybe doing an exchange But Tom seems quite reluctant, which I’m finding very strange. His appetite is dwindling and his sleep is getting worse, So what we want to know is: is he on track for The Perse? This latest comprehension test he did the other day His tutor took him through it all and I’d just like to say That Tom was really anxious that he’d got a lowish score: He’s used to getting ninety-plus and this was eighty-four. He wants some more past papers just to put his mind at rest, To boost his inner confidence so that he does his best. D’you know whether the passage will be prose or be in verse? Please tell us how to help him so he gets into The Perse. The entrance tests are just around the corner and we think That Tom will thrive on learning how to swim and not to sink. All his friends are going there, he hates to be left out, And academic rigour is what he cares most about. He ought to pass the interview, and though we’re loath to push, Some practice questions would be great to help him not to blush And while you’re at it how about some answers to rehearse, Since standards keep on rising for the entrance to The Perse? Our biggest worry’s Maths. Tom, darling, wouldn’t you agree? So the tutor’s had him tackling things beyond GCSE. (Sadly, I can’t help him with his homework anymore. I only got an A myself. I know! Terribly poor!) In your opinion, have the extra sessions upped his grades Or do we need to book some more and lay it on in spades? Hard graft’s a thing, you know, to which our Tom is not averse And all he ever talks about is getting to The Perse! If he weren’t to get a place there it would really be so cruel. We just can’t see him fitting in in any other school. It’s way up in the league tables and wonderfully near... Sit up, Tom, and listen! It’s for you that we’re all here! Oundle’s gone too nouveau riche and Rugby’s gone too rowdy And if he goes to Eton then we’ll have to swap the Audi. Tom’s heart is set, he’s driven and it’s too late to reverse, The world will crash around us if he can’t go to the Perse! |
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