A Kids Life Poem by Bob Fletcher

A Kids Life



Its Freezing in the Playground
But they wont let us in
they're all 'No supervision'
But we wouldnt make a din

They're in the staff room warm as toast
while we stand here and freeze
while They drink tea and eat cream buns
a Kids life is no breeze

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Today really was Freezing in the playground and I felt sorry for the Kids who huddled around the playground doors waiting to be let in to the nice warm school. I really dont understand why some parents send thier children to school on a cold autumn day without a coat, some of the comments from the children prompted this poem
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