One day in school, I fell
from a mango tree;
The wind was too strong to
wind my fall.
I fell on a thrash dump.
The dump was so full that it
would refuse anymore refuse.
In the process, I broke my arm.
And after a number of
injections my arm got number.
The bandages were wound around my wound,
And naturally I was not
insured then, because
The insurance was invalid
for the invalid.
Upon seeing the tear in my dress
I shed a tear.
But my house prefect had a
perfect idea.
Since there is no time like
the present, to present me with insults,
He thought it was time
to present me as present to the school assembly.
He decided to parade me in
the morning parade.
Then there was a row among our
boys to stand in a row to see me.
How can I intimate my
condition to my most intimate friends?
Our Principal was a man of
principles.
Plucking mangoes as a man
goes to school, is a crime, he chimed.
Our Registrar wanted to
register a protest,
He brought to light that I
should not be left lightly.
Head Master was acting as a
head of the masters.
For the Headmaster, I was a
perennial disaster.
The three of them
deliberated to liberate me from school.
But my hand in bandages had
a hand in their deliberations.
I did not object to the
object. But,
I had to subject the subject
to a series of lies to cover-up my folly.
Like a dove that dove into
the bushes,
Like a soldier who decided
to desert his dessert in the desert.
I tried to close the door,
but was too close to close the door.
So I ran from school, I was
proven right that I had the right of way.
To cross the country in a
cross country.
But my senior Jimmy caught
me in Jami.
And delivered me back in
school as a great deliverer.
The three heads of the school
put their heads together again.
They resolved to absolve me
to make me evolve as a good student.
Doesn't it seem crazy that
you can make amends but not one amend?
Now, please give me leave to
leave.
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