Displacement Activities


 Displacement activities - a poem by C.Knight


Should I mark? Or plan my week? 

I'm challenged by my stubborn streak. I do not wish to spend this time

on school work so I penned this rhyme. 

I could be writing schemes of work. Instead I chose to take the perk 

Of sitting in the sun with gin 

And stalling when I should begin. 

I've tidied up and cooked the tea

And sorted all my jewellery. 

I've moved the sofa, painted walls, 

made pastry, picked up stray windfalls

To make a crumble or a pie 

Which all have helped the hours pass by. 

But sat with scorn upon my chair, with loud reproach I cannot bear

Are 40 unmarked books or more 

And still I do not start this chore......

I wonder if I've mopped the floor?!?

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