Shit Happens
Pervading the air
In class today
Fingers pointing every way
The chief suspect
Protesting his innocence
Was led away
But still the same smell
Even worse,
Who could it be?
Another search –
In the middle somewhere…
Sniffing the trail…
Suddenly!!
Unmistakable evidence!!!
On his shirt tail
Led away too
Just as The Innocent came back into the room
Rightly indignant,
Protesting his innocence again
To the Thai teacher, who
Shrugged her shoulders,
Wafted him away,
As if to say:
‘Shit happens’
* James Morris now works as an English teacher in Thailand – hence the subject matter. And adds “The importance of being Ernest Dowson. My favourite poet. Died young because of delicate health.
Produced a few exquisitely delicate poems. Then pegged out. What more could you want?”
