1980 School Magazine

MY LAST REQUEST As time goes on and night draws near I sit at my work table with nothing but fear I walk to my room With nothing but gloom

And sit on my bed With a heavy head I lifted my quill And wrote my will

To whom it may concern . . . Now I lay me down to sleeP My undone homework at mY feet lf I should die before I wake These last requests I have to make Lay my Latin by mY feet Tell Mrs. Edwards it's got me beat Lay my history by mY leg Tell Miss Hatton it's got me Pegged Lay my maths at mY toe Tell Mrs. Levy I'm just too slow Lay my Lit. by mY head Tell Mrs. Colwill poetrY is dead Lay my science bY mY hand Tell Siddle and Fairie they're in command Lay my geog. by my side Teil Mrs. Chowdhury - that's why I died I I Penelope Buntine, 10.

WHEN YOU'RE BORED .....foldabanana grease the doorknobs unplug everything hunt for elves pour milk in your shoes write graffiti under a rug stick things between your toes throw a tomato at a fan wear your clothes backwards squish a loaf of bread open everything gargle methylated spirits knit a jumper, then undo it paint your white sandshoes pink talk to your plants or Mum watch a home movie, backwards read Shakespeare's complete works paste swastikas on your windows pick your nose do a 10,000 piece jigsaw puzzle perform a striptease go into a glassware store with a club dye your canary black plant marijuana among your daistes make some obscene phone calls AND drive your car through Myers!

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Caroline Kennison.

A THOUGHT lsit, waiting for the test to begin. Rows and rows, Of blue bodies, Sitting nervously on chairs That could collapse Any moment. The teacher hands out The papers. She missed mel PANIC!

TO MY SCHOOT Have I been betrayed? For five years now you have been my security blanket You have protected me f rom the adversitres that surround me You have been a concrete foundation Now because I am older you thrust me into a tumultous woild that is cruel, uncaring and uniust. You tell me now, that I am a woman, You tell me that you can no longer protect me It is now when I am cold and frightened that I realise how dependent I am upon you. I only wish I could be part of you forever.

Anon.

Anon.

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