The chairs from classrooms crocodile
Out to fields where track lines scar
The verdant green that stretches far.
House teams gather in their coloured groups,
The reds all painted on their faces,
War stripes warning others that the win
Is theirs, and theirs alone, OK?
Relays rattle round the lanes at speed,
And champions stand atop the podium
Dragged out from a dusty corner in
A sports hall cupboard only opened once
In every year when sunny days roll round.
The sun beats down and tired girls
Fan their faces, sun cream slathered on
The skin that turns a pearly pink,
One child vomits and another cries,
It’s time to end this fun of hell,
Whichever way you view the sunny day
It’s here to stay, to let the ones
Who need that burst of starlit charge
Burn so bright for just one day.
We had sports day today and it was actually a really fun day. The kids were great and there were some stellar performances. There are some kids you have no idea are talented at sport and then you see them run like the Roadrunner – it’s eye opening, to say the least.
What I do love about sports day is the fact that the kids who are normally naughty in class have a chance to really shine. I don’t believe that it is OK for these kids to be disruptive, but I do understand that school is restrictive and for some people that must feel like hell.
I hope that any teachers out there have enjoyed the sports day season and that you all won your teacher’s races – or at the very least, didn’t fall over in front of everyone. If you fell over, I advise that you resign immediately because the kids will never let it go; your life will effectively be over.