These kids are always the first there,
left alone at the gate, but they need to eat
so mum can’t be late.
He’s on duty !
The lollipop man cop, enjoying the
power, deciding which car to stop.
So slowly begins another school run,
mostly mums, mardy and tetchy and
devoid of all fun. Looking down on the
odd dad, doing impressions of teachers
and staff, guilty of forgotten P.E kit
but his kids always laugh.
False friendly faces as others they greet,
pals because their sons are mates,
chatting ‘bout time and busy and how
for coffee they should meet.
The different types of school kid, the run
ahead, bouncy ones, like a rubber band,
stretching back and forth, puzzled by the
the ones always holding mummy’s hand.
And the dragging foot walk of the ‘don’t
want to go’ boys, who’d prefer to be at
home with TV and toys.
All flowing towards the playground,
eyes not on kids but phones,
bright morning bedlam of screams,
giggles, mythering and moans.
Sweet Jesus Miss, ring the bell !