Poem: You Never Forget About It.

You Never Forget About It.



I know that old lady.

The one with the two sticks

And lots of untidy white hair

Ordered to stay under that nasty felt hat.

She used to be my infant school teacher.

We all called her ‘Miss’

And she smacked our hands

With a hard wood ruler.

She might be old now

But she still scares the pants off me.



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