When father put his glasses on
And Mum said: “What’s that, dear?”
Brett wasn’t quite sure what to do
But felt a surge of fear.
Agitation soon took hold of him -
He broke out in a sweat -
For when he saw his school report,
Foreboding then hit Brett.
His father’s face began to cloud,
For there upon that page
Were words a father doesn’t need,
Which turns a mood to rage.
“Brett’s lazy, careless, idle, dull;
He’s shiftless, slothful, slow;
He’s unpunctual and indolent!” -
They hit Dad like a blow!
His mother’s brow began to crease:
“But look - I’m quite perplexed.
Our Brett has come top of his class,
So he’s better than the rest.”
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This was/is a popular poem as it was chosen by teachers and children for publishing in 2010. I hope you like it too and take good reports home. Josie