The Things I Didn’t Learn at School

When I was small,
I learnt at school
About important things,
Like how to write,
And how to draw,
And why the black jay sings.
But some things I just didn’t learn,
Which leave me quite unsure,
About the proper way to act,
Some moments leave me floored.
Today, just for example,
I was travelling on the train,
When I saw a well-dressed lady
And I saw, to my dismay,
That this very well-dressed lady
Had her skirt tucked in her knickers,
I’m not the only one who saw,
(I could tell by all the sniggers).
I’m sure I never learnt at school,
About this situation;
Should I tell the lady
Or would that cause an irritation?
Each day I find new things that I
Just didn’t learn at school,
Maths and science, Greek and French,
But no life skills at all!


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5 Responses to The Things I Didn’t Learn at School

  1. roopesh says:

    Irony of education 🙂

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  2. You learn a lot more after you leave school, including how to deal with potentially embarrassing situations. Or maybe you just develop a thicker skin and don’t care so much what other people think. Telling the lady about her exposed knickers would have been the kindest thing to do and then glaring at anyone having a laugh at her expense.

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  3. I can so relate to this… even as a child, I remember thinking that this was not what I needed to live my life! Anyone can learn all that reading and writing and arithmetic stuff! Thanks for this delightful poem!

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