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Losing Control (Free verse) by Tarquin De La Bog
OK class, now listen here Yes Carl, that includes you my dear. Now I've been asked to have a word About your behaviour; it's quite absurd. - Helen, leave Alex alone And whose is that mobile phone? Give it here - no, you don't need it now You know that they are not allowed. Class, your disrepect for authority Saddens and depresses me. You all must knuckle down and concentrate Before time has gone, and it's too late. These exams are crucial to your life - Tim, give me that penknife. You can have it back at the end of school And never bring it again, you fool. The time for clowning around has now gone; You'll be out in the world before too long. So boys, they'll be no more fighting And girls, no scratching or biting. - Nicola, sit up straight. When will you lot equate That hard work equals good marks? - John, is that another of your farts? It's not funny son, don't snigger like that In fact, get out of my class you twat. Stand where I can see you behind the door And keep your eyes fixed upon the floor Because if you start making faces through the glass I'll be out there double fast To give you such a bollocking you won't know Your arse from your elbow. - John, have you listened to a word I've said? I didn't think so; go and see the head. Tell him you've been ignorant again And Karen, you can do the same. I heard what you called me - I won't stand for it Go on, piss off you little shit. Why do I bother, why should I care? - Simon, stop pulling Hannah's hair. All I do is shout and moan, I may as well go on home. In fact, I think that's what I'll do, And if you lot don't like it, you can try and sue.

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.909091
Weighted score: 4.4545455
Overall Rank: 12887
Posted: September 8, 2002 9:23 AM PDT; Last modified: September 8, 2002 9:23 AM PDT
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[10] nightii @ 205.252.104.100 | 8-Sep-02/5:51 PM | Reply
I feel as if I'm right there. This is very good.
[8] Tascobar @ 193.130.87.54 | 9-Sep-02/4:50 AM | Reply
A very good effort, T De La B. 8/10. The only reasons this has not been scored more highly are that I feel you have taken a little too much "creative inspiration" from Roald Dahl and also your consistent pottymouth.
[9] Owner of the Sky @ 61.9.0.97 | 30-Sep-02/10:31 AM | Reply
I was amused muchly Tarquin de la B. a 9 from me.. simply because I never give out tens because 10's scare me. After all, 10 means perfection, and you wouldn't wanna be perfect that would just make you a tad bit creepier than us. ;o)
[0] devina @ 217.70.229.57 | 9-Oct-02/3:36 AM | Reply
Excuse me, but this is not a poem, it's a story. Silly isn't it? A poem is not a story.... I thought you knew that, you who knows so much, huh?
[n/a] Tarquin De La Bog @ 213.1.45.6 > devina | 9-Oct-02/3:44 AM | Reply
Can a poem not tell a story? You are a misguided fool. Run along my child, and concentrate your desultory comments on a subject you at least have an inkling about next time.
[0] devina @ 217.70.229.57 | 9-Oct-02/3:55 AM | Reply
I know alot about poems, so if I were you, I wouldn't say something foolish, beside I'm not a child.... But I guess you are since you critize people when you don't know a damn shit about them. If I were you I'd take a minute to think about what you're saying, and a poem can't be a story, it's a reason it's called a story and not a poem.
[n/a] Nicholas Jones @ 137.44.1.200 > devina | 9-Oct-02/8:57 AM | Reply
Have you never heard of the narrative poem? It's a poem, but also tells a story. Clever, huh?
[9] nentwined @ 66.92.183.34 > Nicholas Jones | 9-Oct-02/9:11 PM | Reply
I presume devina's just trolling. best to ignore? I *hope* (she?)'s not serious.
[8] Tascobar @ 193.130.87.54 > devina | 18-Nov-02/5:32 AM | Reply
Is that the putrid fester of a premenstrual hag I detect?
[0] lukehanney @ 212.219.142.161 | 9-Oct-02/6:07 AM | Reply
Excuse me Tarquin Del Boy Toilet.
I agree with devina. Stop critiscing everyone, when your poems are rubbish and don't even rhyme. Don't you have the time to make them rhyme (By the Way(by REd Hot CHili Pepers) that did rhyme)

Bye
[9] nentwined @ 66.92.183.34 | 9-Oct-02/9:12 PM | Reply
"has now gone" and "before too long" scan better without the "now" or "too".

I think instead of "they'll be no more fighting" "there'll [...]"?

I think "try and sue" would work better as "try to sue" -- more proper and as such fitting the tone of the teacher, even if you're trying to let (him?) degenerate. All in all, a beautiful piece. :)
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