Everyone’s Gone To Appleby’s (A summer school poem)

Everyone’s Gone To Appleby’s (A summer school poem)

 
It starts with a chat
just matter of fact
and what did you do last night?
Then it’s down to work
no time to shirk
trying to get it right

It’s modal verbs
and phrasal verbs
with adverbs and don’t be absurds
and the Italian girl wriggles
and the French girl giggles
and the Russian says not a word

But she turns scarlet
although she’s no harlot
and her t-shirt says “Wild Child”
Then through her blushes
she stutters then gushes
“I’m not really that wild”

Each day is the same
as I call each name
everyone says the same thing
The story grows boring
and I start ignoring
the ones with the same song to sing

And the Italian girl giggles
and the French girl wriggles
and the Russian girl starts to squirm
as I ask for the lowdown
with an interrogatory frown
the wild child’s cheeks start to burn

Appleby’s, Appleby’s
it’s always Appleby’s
the summer school student’s haunt
Night after night
and pint after pint
what else can I do but taunt?

The French girl giggles
and the Italian girl wriggles
and the Russian girl turns bright red
I’m no longer a child
but I’m not really wild
she says as she lowers her head

It starts with a chat
all matter of fact
and what did you do last night?
Appleby’s! Appleby’s!
We all went to Appleby’s!
it’s the same every day! Alright!

Iain

 

 

 

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