THREE WORD WEDNESDAY
asks us to use the words in blue
THE STRUGGLE
Pity the poor little fellow and his struggle to learn to read!
It's not a natural activity! It's very hard indeed!
No part of the brain is allocated to looking at squiggles on a page
And making some sort of sense of them! Yet we reach a certain stage
When society insists those squiggles have some sort tale to tell.
We must learn to decipher them and we must do it well.
A fog descends upon our brain; so many words and letters!
And all of them understood and read by our elders and our betters!
Is there no end to the number? Words seem to go on for ever!
And we are only five years old and not really all that clever.
Our teacher is kind and lenient; she doesn't mind our mistakes.
But oh what a lot of effort the whole darned business takes!
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Then, just as we learn that 'hav' is right, we're driven round the bend
By a teacher saying 'Sorry, dear; there's a silent E on the end!'
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MASQUERADE
A shadow on a whitewashed wall
Yet one that looks so real,
That, to distingush it from the fronds,
One would need to feel
The fleshiness of the real thing,
The hard stone of the fraud,
Each one moving in the breeze
Like a serrated sword.
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