A class act
If I was a school bag, where would I hide
With my grubby treasures
and my slightly funky smell
of biscuits and corridors with rows of hooks?
I’d be protecting the crumpled letter –
Dear Parent or Carer from October –
the tops of pencils,
the empty maths sets,
the homework project,
a sock and a very flat KitKat.
I certainly wouldn’t be in the same place as the gym shoes,
or the blazer.
I’d be too cunning for that
and obviously I’d be nowhere
near the last place you saw me
way back
at the end of last term.
