Although I wasn’t chilly,
I knew my memory had no form,
What on earth was a five minute drop
And how would it make me warm?
I soon found a sense of positive,
Very rare was actual criticism,
And if ever we all felt over-stretched,
Jack threw in a witticism.
I soon found a sense of positive,
For no one made me feel a twit,
If a sense of awkwardness arose,
Jack eased it with his wit.
(Note: Memory of my Creative Writing class at Thornden School, Chandler’s Ford, more than 20 years ago.)
© Sally Owens, Summer 2014
Brilliant rhyme of ‘witticism’ with ‘criticism’ Sally!!
Brenda remembers those classes and Jack, Sally’s Father. He was a great help at a difficult time. Sally’s poems always have a freshness about them.