I am thrilled to announce that this week I was the worst poet in the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. If you hate my poem, then check out the other entries here or if you are looking for a challenge why not try this weeks topic – towels.
Long have the halls been silent,
The chairs empty, the locker doors thrown open.
Long have the weeds grown,
Unchecked, through the days of winter, cold and dull.
Long has the toilets been clean,
The stains and smears of adolescence finally washed away.
Peace has reigned.
As the bell sounds for the first time,
The rodents, the cleaners, the teachers,
Grimace their despair.
© Deb Whittam 2019