Poems

Quarrel

He didn’t call for me on the way to school.
I played with somebody else.

I sat with someone else in assembly,
He looked upset but angry coming out.

I found a felt-pen mark on my English book.
I put biro on his jumper.

I nudged him so his pencil slipped,
He nudged me and my pen slipped.

He fouled me in soccer.
I belted the ball at him.

He put yellow paint in my red.
I put yellow in his black.

I think he poked his tongue out at me.
I gently touched him.

He walked home with me as usual.
I called for him to see if he would play.