Monday 23 May 2011

A Wee Poem: Oral Exam

Oral Exam

the disabled kid –
the kid who can’t speak English –
gets a perfect ten

the Scotch examiner –
who is known to write haiku –
bends the rules to suit

This poem
is not a haiku.
It’s not about
smashing the system
pulling the wool
over anyone’s eyes.
It’s about playing the game
and slipping you the King you need
when I know
my hand
is so much better.

if we meet again,
for Proficiency, let’s say,
I won’t be gracing you with faces
from the bottom of the deck.
Do yourself a favour.
Read some JK (not Rowling).
You might want to think twice
about playing cards
with foreign language users.


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