A Poem for my English Class who are Struggling to get Enthusiastic about Revising for their English Exams…in Desperation, Mrs K

Nine weeks to go and it’s all a bit tough,
The time we’ve got left doesn’t seem enough,
for Juliet’s death scene in the tomb with a knife,
and Lennie’s murder of Curley’s (innocent?) wife.

Unseen poems which are always too sad,
No wonder I keep going so mad
with people with coats on and people who natter,
constantly, incessantly with non-English chatter!

Too fed up to talk, too tired to write,
Getting through to you is becoming a fight.
An uphill struggle with a massive burden
of text we must quickly get learning.

“Who fought with Lennie?” – that’s easy, Curley.
“When did Romeo die?” – Friday morning, early.
“Does ‘star-crossed’ mean they were fated to die?”
“Is the play warning us never to lie?”

“The poems are boring!  They’re always depressing!”
“Tell us the answers!  Stop us from guessing!”
But I can’t write your exam, even give you a clue,
When May comes it’s gonna be all down to you.

Sitting in the hall with your good luck pen,
You’ll be wishing I could explain it all again –
Only this time you would frantically scribble the notes,
and learn off by heart the memorable quotes.

Your hand would be flying high in the air,
You’d miss hearing gossip but you wouldn’t care:
Themes and scenes, characters and plots,
You’d scribble and scribble ’til you knew the lot…
If you could hear it just once again.

So, let’s avoid suffering those feelings of regret,
We’ve still got time, it’s not over yet.
Let’s plough through those texts so you never forget.
We’ll hammer these extracts ’til our pens bleed dry,
And learn exactly when, where and how all these characters die.
These poems don’t need to cause all this stress,
We’ll soon make sense of this terrible mess!

This battle will end and I’d rather we won,
And that our last weeks were sprinkled with fun.
So zip up the chatter, take the ear phones out,
Let’s work out what these texts are all about.

We’ll fight through exam papers with conviction and vigour,
and analyse texts with renewed rigour.
We’ll cover these pages with fantastic description,
and write fabulous works of original fiction.

I think I’ve made myself perfectly clear –
Let’s have a brilliant end to a fantastic two years!

Author: Lowrey E. Gray

Usually found with a cup of tea, a pet or a book, I am most content with life's humble gifts. A catch up with friends and home baked cakes is my idea of bliss. My heart beats where my family are close but my soul will always be in that place between sunset and sunrise. 💚

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