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Nice

Why is it when we’re younger we
Have certain words drilled out?
Out of our minds, our lexicon
To never hear them shout

Some words that from our brain are banned
Or else they’ll be our vice
Such words that have done nothing wrong
Like, for example, nice!

I mean, whatever did that word
Just do to gravitate
All teachers on the planet to
Say “No!  The word I hate!”

This word that sums up perfectly
When something is just fine!
Despite the fact that there might be
More synonyms refined

For simple “nice” has been bullied
Rejected some might say
But how else can we then just wish
Each one a real ‘nice’ day!

nice

The Test!

“Yes, I think the answer is a test
To see what you can do”
The teacher said as he arrived
The class now feeling blue
“Let’s test you to assess how you’ll
Do when we test again
To test the test that will test you
To test what’s in your brain”

“Yes an exam, mid-term review
Assessment, mock or test
Just call it what you want to say
A trial.  Now don’t get stressed!
And then we’ll do it all again
Exams now tit for tat”
The teacher said as he arrived
No surprise he was called “Pratt”

“But Mr Pratt” the class implored
What is the point you make
To test the test that you will test
The test we might retake!
What is the reason for these tests
That happen every day!
Oh, Mr Pratt – when will we learn?
It’s not the only way?”

With every best wish to all those taking mocks in the next few weeks 🙂

Students taking a test at the University of Vi...

Students taking a test at the University of Vienna at the end of the summer term 2005 (Saturday, June 25, 2005). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Gift of Free Will

An evil witch crept up one day
Upon a small dear boy
To steal from him his treasured prize
His gift, his skill, his toy

She came with wart upon her nose
With hat so very black
With gruesome cackle, broomstick bright
With lies, deceit a-whack

But in disguise she masked herself
All dressed in robes to trust
With academic gown and cap
A position so robust

She prepped a cauldron of despair
Lost hope the spell she cast
And in the place of frogs and snails
She cooked a spell to last

She spoke of expectations
She told the boy what she
Thought he should do, what he should think
She zapped autonomy

She added in incentives
Of rewards’ compliant pill
She threatened hurt and punishment
If he failed to bid her will

She ransomed him with sweeties
Then blackmailed him with her curse
To act just as she wanted him
With smiles but rather terse

And then when he’d submitted
She vanished out of sight
To leave the small child quite confused
His life without a light

His heart so wrenched and sold out
To the witch who stole his prize
The gift of independence and free will
Consumed by her disguise

This poem reflects on a year when reports of adults abusing their position to obtain control over young impressionable children seems to have been quite prevalent.  From the teacher running off to France with one of his pupil’s to parent’s abusing, in some cases even murdering, their own children, we live in a world where those that have a duty of care over our children often abuse their position.  The end result is never a happy one and can happen to any child, so if there’s one thing we can all try and wrap up this Christmas, I pray it will be the gift of autonomy and free will for our children, and in giving them that undertake to move into 2014 nurturing this gift in their lives so that their outcomes honour their expectations and aspirations and not anyone else’s.

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