Contemplating the origin of teaching in abstract poetic form.
With thanks to Andrea Piacquadio for use of the header image (alt text; a teacher with an open book, looks to the class while pointing at a chalk board).
Contemplating the origin of teaching in abstract poetic form.
With thanks to Andrea Piacquadio for use of the header image (alt text; a teacher with an open book, looks to the class while pointing at a chalk board).
A poem written in November 2020, prompted by what exactly I can’t remember; there is truth to a degree in the words, and while this matters not to the reader, a need to expand on the actual facts took hold, from which followed a jaunt across the tobacco industry, teachers always being a-holes, a picture of my favourite gate, cheap snacks, Big Foot, how I used to live in the Lord of the Rings, laughing at my mum (sorry, mum), a real size but pretend Canadian Parliament, the world’s first dinosaur statues, and London’s most popular gorilla.