Boy in My Playground

There's a Boy in my Playground

who's always chucking stones

There's a Boy in my Playground

who says he'll break my bones!

There's a Boy in my playground

who everybody hates

Nobody wants to play with him

He hasn't any mates

He's always telling stories

Or making up big lies

He's always teasing little Girls

Ignoring when they cry

He's always chasing smaller Boys

But they just run and hide

or they go and find a Teacher

in whom they can confide

He often gets detention

he never takes the blame

His usual excuses are always just the same

"Miss I didn't do it"

"Miss it wasn't me"

"It was those kids over there

Can't you see?"

"He threw stones at me first

and so I threw one back"

"I haven't got a clue how that window got a crack!"

"It's not fair,

I always get the blame

Damn you Teachers,you're all just the same!"

The Fly

A Fly flew

                in

                                    my window

                                                         and

                                           Buzzed

                       around

         my

                     Head

                                        But 

                                                   then

                                                                he 

                                                 headed

                                   for

                                            my

                                                        Shoe

                                                                         where

                                                                                I

                                                                squashed

                                                him

                                  DEAD!

Little Brother

Boys are horrible

Girls are the best

I've got a little Brother

Who really is a PEST!

His face is always DIRTY

His hands are NEVER clean

The sort of habits he has

Just make me want to SCREAM

He likes to hunt for Insects

Then squash them with his Shoe

I wish I had an answer

What is a Girl to do?

He takes my Toys and BREAKS them

He doesn't want his own

He says that he'll return them

and only wants to loan

He brings his friends back home to play

They end up in my room

The state they like to leave it in...

you'd need a giant Broom!

Why did God make little Boys?

He sent them as a test

Oh why is my kid brother

Just like all the rest?

The Victim

She's over in the corner

sitting on her own

Pretending not to care

when other children moan

It doesn't matter anyhow

she's used to it alot by now

They call her names and love to tease

"Urgh! Sally Taylor's got the Fleas"

"Run away, don't go too near

or she'll infect you too we fear

She smells so horrid, like Rotten Eggs

and look at her long skinny legs!"

Girls, they try to pick a fight

But Sally tries with all her might

to find an answer to her plight

She knows she'll not sleep well tonight

One day the teasing will surely end

and maybe then she'll find a friend?

Until that day she'll wait and hope

that she will find the strength to cope

© A.Elibol

(Dedicated to all victims of Bullying everywhere)

After the Dark (a dedication to My Dad)

We sat, watching him breath

Slowly in and out

Regular at first

He looked comfortable

But his eyes were tightly shut

We sat talking, to bide away the time

Waiting for his eyes to open

To recognise us

To talk to us

Just to give some sort of response

Nurses came and went

Checking this and that

Only talking if asked a question

Disclosing little information

The clockhands slowly turned

Relatives came and went

but to other patients

Some glanced over at him

Sympathetic to our plight

Gradually his breathing changed

Not regular like before

Rasping, more shallow

Breath in, wait a few seconds

Then out again

Not wanting to worry the other

We changed the subject

Talked smalltalk

But that didn't work

We checked his breathing once again

It was hardly audible now

Could just about detect the in from the out

I called the Nurse, to ask her advice

She pulled the curtain around him

Shutting us out, leaving us guessing

Eventually she emerges

The news is not good

Could be a few hours or less

He is slipping away from us

NO!

We weren't prepared for this news

She cries softly, I cry too

We thought he was getting better

This can't be the end

All is lost and

my Dad is dying before my eyes

I sit there helpless

We start to talk to him again

Willing him to open his eyes

To hear our words of comfort and love

But nothing changes

That night, before our eyes

He passed away

Taking with him all our happy memories

of good times we'd spent together

and after the darkness

came the Dawn of a new day

a difficult day to face

without my dear old Dad

© A.Elibol

The NHS (National Health Service)

A war has broken out 

and it concerns the NHS

It's causing many arguments

and causing lots of stress

Cameron and Milliband

are at it Head to Head

But if they don't sort this dreadful mess

Soon more will end up dead!

There seems to be an outbreak

Especially of 'Spin'

Though whichever side has the most of it

will probably win!

Now if you'd like an operation

Why not visit a Euro Nation?

They'll whizz you there on the Eurorail

Unlike our trains, which resemble a Snail

In a private room, your own TV

There's plenty of Wine, not boring old Tea

Followed up by good cuisine

not a plate of Sausages and the humble Bean!

Come on MP's, get your act sorted out

The Brits are growing impatient

Can't you hear them shout?

Hurry up and sort this mess

You need to cure the NHS!

© A.Elibol

Exam Results

For weeks you've been worried

how well you have done

Pacing the floors and fretting to Mum

It hasn't been easy, but now that day's here

Will the news be as bad as you fear?

The Postman arrives, letter drops to the floor

You hesitate first, then rush to the door

Terrible feelings of doubt cross your mind

Not knowing the results in the letter you'll find

What if it's good news? What if it's bad?

The anticipation is driving you mad!

You tear at the envelope, you just need to know

Will it be off to Uni you'll go?

You sigh with relief, "I've done it !" you cry

Over in the corner, Mum gives a sigh

Your dreams have come true, your future more bright

So it's off out with friends to celebrate tonight!