Friday, 9 June 2017

Double Maths

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​The subject for this month's open mic is 'rubber'. This poem is my take on the topic, I hope you like it.

Double Maths

The black gown swept in,
flecked in dandruff and chalk
and the dance began again.
Function, cosine, blah blah blah.
The chalk bounced on the blackboard
its staccato bursts leaving
a nonsensical trail of symbols
hurriedly transcribed to paper
by confused students
before a felt lined wooden block
turned it to a cloud of dust.
The protestation from the back;
a voice asking 'what...'
cut off by a barked 'SHUT UP'
and a flying blackboard rubber.

John Carré Buchanan
09 June 2017

4 comments:

  1. Richard Fleming11 June 2017 at 12:43

    Reminds me of my own grim schooldays, John. Flying objects, chalk, dusters, once even a Bible (thrown by the Scripture Master in a fit of pique)provided us with a masterclass in learning to duck.

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    1. Youch, almost worth being a fly on the wall though. I suspect / hope things have changed in recent times. Thanks for your comment.

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