I’m delighted to host another guest poem today, from George Simmers, fellow Holme Valley Poet, and the editor of Snakeskin Poetry Webzine.
The Test The test has a judicial air It is renowned for being fair It can’t be cheated or beguiled It terrifies the nervous child The test puts children in straight rows The poor child’s agitation grows The test just exudes a calm authority The child feels her inferiority The child is shaky at the knees She would dearly like to please The test is printed clearly, neatly The child’s demoralised completely This test will sort the children out The child is pulverised by doubt The test’s job’s to discriminate The child grows certain of her fate The teacher smiles to cheer the class The test decides this child won’t pass The child will fail; her spirit’s broken The teacher sighs; the test has spoken And all the country is impressed By the rigour of this test Snakeskin can be found at: http://www.snakeskinpoetry.co.uk Pic: Rashi Latif / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)
