What did you do at school dear?

Monday

“What did you do at school dear?”

Said the Mother,

Her mind on the road.

“In science we did an experiment, Mum

We turned a prince into a toad!”

“Oh really? That’s lovely, how nice dear.”

Said the Mother,

Mind still on the road.

 

Tuesday

“What did you do at school dear?”

Said the Mother,

Checking her phone.

“In history we went back in time, Mum

And a witch turned my friend into stone.”

“Oh really? That’s lovely, how nice dear.”

Said the Mother,

Still on checking her phone.

 

Wednesday

“What did you do at school dear?”

Said the Mother,

As she waved to a friend.

“In PE we swam the whole channel, Mum

I thought it would never end!”

“Oh really? That’s lovely, how nice dear.”

Said the Mother,

Waving hard at her friend.

 

Thursday

“What did you do at school dear?”

Said the Mother,

Tying her laces,

“In politics we fought in a war, Mum

I got shot in fifteen different places.”

“Oh really? That’s lovely, how nice dear.”

Said the Mother,

Still tying her laces.

 

Friday

“What did you do at school dear?”

Said the Mother,

Cleaning a pot.

“In cooking we made puppy pie, Mum

We mixed tails, entrails and snot”

“Oh really? That’s lovely, how nice dear.”

Said the Mother,

And then…

“You did WHAT???!!!”

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15 Responses to What did you do at school dear?

  1. This made me giggle, Pooky, very cute and cleverly written! 🙂

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  2. Hehe! I’m sure no parent is guilty of such a thing these days 😉 Great twist! How are you Pooky?

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    • PookyH says:

      I am fearful I’ll become this parent! My children are so unforthcoming when I ask about nursery school that I fear I’ll stop listening and miss out when their answers finally get interesting…

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      • Yes, I have a few nephews and a niece who seem to lose their tongues a lot. Not sure why it is so tough to get them talking, sometimes. But I’m sure you’re not alone there!

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      • PookyH says:

        You asked me somewhere what inspired me to write a poem a day (but I seem to have lost that comment??) It was a few days ago, I wrote a poem for a funeral as I couldn’t find anything that fitted. It was the first poem I’d written since school (I’m sure I must have written poems at school though I don’t recall doing so?) and I found it fun so I thought I’d try writing one a day and see where it took me. I thought if I practised a lot I might see an improvement.

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  3. This is so typically true! Original and beautifully written.

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  4. Love the way you’ve turned the world on its head with this one. Children so often say ‘nothing’ or ‘not much’ when asked about their day.
    As Ken got a bit older I would take him for a milkshake after school, the deal was he just had to tell me one thing, good or bad, about his day. I was allowed one question then it was up to him if he wanted to talk further. He could also ask me about my day and I would answer honestly. From our ‘after school milkshake days’ we developed a respect for each others opinion and as the years progressed we often had what we called our D&Ms (deep and meaningful conversations). The topics were often art, literature or music related, and sometimes they were about our struggles with life.
    Sorry, I keep wandering off down memory lane today. 🙂

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    • PookyH says:

      That sounds wonderful – it’s amazing how you develop those little routines and they become integral in your day.

      And never apologise for wandering down your memory lane, it sounds like it’s a beautiful place full of exciting people to see and talk to x

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