TIGER MOTH

(I hated maths at school and Mr Clancy made a maths lesson about as interesting as watching paint dry; he also taught chemistry. I was forever in trouble with him for day dreaming).

Bugger you Mr Clancy!

I really don’t want to be here.

I want to be there! Or there! Or anywhere!

Anywhere that doesn’t smell like a public toilet.

That doesn’t have boiling tubes and test tubes,

and doesn’t bore the crap out of me

in the wasted Monday morning sun.

And the Tiger Moth swoops low,

down behind Rocky Knoll

then bounces up and banks right,

just behind the old Hollis farm.

Va Rooom! Putt putt putt putt Rooom!

Phosphate and lime for the farm

Bugger you Mr Clancy!

Sure, you can cane my sorry arse

and insult me too,

(brilliant English public school insults).

But you sure as hell can't get inside my head!

I'm on the ocean Mr Clancy! with the wind in my face

and the deck moving beneath me

in a following sea.

And the Tiger Moth swoops low,

near Martin O'Dwyers homestead

bounces up and banks right,

as it turns near Waitekauri.

Va Rooom! putt putt putt putt Rooom!

Phosphate and lime for the farm.

Bugger you Mr Clancy!

And Bugger your bloody detentions too!

I'm never in your classroom anyway.

I'm firing cannons,

driving tanks,

flying planes,

sailing ships,

and other exciting stuff.

Shit man, I'm in the Navy!

And the Tiger Moth swoops low,

near the old gold mine

bounces up and banks right,

in the paddock next to the school.

Va Rooom!  putt putt putt putt Rooom!

Phoophate and lime for the farm

©Copyright 2007 by Mike Subritzky