Poetry
Secondary Virtual School
My first poem
There once was a school called SVS,
Launched in a board that could only depress,
Students were ruined, graduation removed and,
They lost all their teachers but couldn’t confess.
There once was a school called SVS,
Who lost all their teachers but wouldn’t confess,
The modules were hideous, the schedules precarious,
You woke up each morning and thought what a mess.
I went to a school called SVS,
That lost all their teachers but still gave us tests,
I logged on each morning, to some virtual meeting,
And stared at the screen ’til drowning in stress.
I got this diploma from SVS,
A bland ceremony but one nonetheless,
The weather was flat, but I remember that,
I drove past their car park and lost their address.
At last I was free from SVS,
Alone but content and filled with destress,
I went home with hope, that maybe I’d cope,
Having lost all my friends and called it success.
