NaPM April 18 2013

[milo]

Sorry this one has got a bit long, thought I would randomly try a pantoum again and it got a bit out of control. (Also not sure the subject particularly suits the form).
It's Billy's fault he got me thinking about how English teachers are to blame for a lot of things in life. Mine got me started on a life time obsession of making (and drinking) alcoholic beverages.

Drinking problems.

It seems that English teachers have a lot to answer for.
I liked English lessons, I did a lot of reflecting.
Our teacher wore cowboy boots and chilled in double lessons
The older students were encouraged to be radical.

I liked English lessons. I did a lot of reflecting.
“If it is hot, bring a drink” he said. (I knew what he meant).
The older students were encouraged to be radical.
He sat at his desk and got progressively more relaxed.

“If it is hot, bring a drink” he said. I knew what he meant,
squash and sweets were sneaked in – they didn’t like his special tea.
He sat at his desk and got progressively more relaxed.
Nobody knew it was wine, so I sat and grinned at him.

Squash and sweets were sneaked in – they didn’t like his specialty,
it was pale and slightly fizzy … it looked like lemonade.
Nobody knew it was wine, so I sat and grinned at him.
The Oak leaf was his finest. My Father made home brewed wine.

It was pale and slightly fizzy, it looked like lemonade.
Swigging lemonade in class was cool and very daring.
The Oak leaf was the finest of father's home made wine brew.
The first in my class from a broken home – Duly noted.

Swigging lemonade in class was cool and very daring.
The Head had heard a rumour, in he came, asking questions.
The first in my class from a broken home – duly noted.
“Everyone just has squash, except one who has lemonade”.

The Head had heard a rumour. In he came, asking questions,
nodding at me - a special case. Largess duly granted …
…everyone just has squash. “Except one, who has lemonade”.
Eventually I had to stop – My source dried up with Father away.

Nodding at me - a special case. Largess duly granted …
…he never did come home. I had to go and live with Mum.
I had to stop eventually, my sauce dried up with Father away.
Mum doesn’t drink. That’s Ok --I learnt how to make cider.

It seems that English teachers have a lot to answer for.
My Mum doesn’t drink. But I have learnt how to make cider!
Our teacher wore cowboy boots and chilled in double lessons.
He never did go home; he couldn’t live with his Mum,

I liked it so much I recorded an audio for it!