Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Memoir Poetry

School was usual enough; it had
a classroom, a teacher, lots of chromebooks and lots of work.
Boys did what they always do: work, have lunch and morning tea, cut paper and glue paper, read and write lots, typing everything up just like everyone else in the classroom.
My friends and I always get in trouble for not getting our work finished, taking too long doing things like using the Ipad and chromebook and more.
Doing nothing important at all.

By: Jerin Joshy
Inspired by: James K Baxter





























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