This one’s in memory of two extremely bitchy and patronising teachers at Silverdale Sixth Form College that I’ll never forget and now they’re immortalized in a poem. Revenge is sweet;-). I was particularly frustrated at the time as I didn’t appreciate that I was nearing adulthood, had chosen to continue my studies and was still… Continue reading Miss Price (and Miss Waterfall)
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Memories of Silverdale
This poem was written about a couple of people I once knew when I went to Silverdale Sixth Form college to study my A-Levels. There was one a young girl called Jen And Roxy’s* was her den She liked to dance and wave her pants At all the gob-smacked men There was once a young… Continue reading Memories of Silverdale