Now I’ve written before about Tony and Chris

You’ll remember the kitchen ceiling

Well, they fixed it up right

It’s now smooth and white

The outside of the house is now peeling!

 

They look at each other and shake their heads

“My God! this is getting us down.

We thought we were finished

Our work had diminished

We could’ve gone for a pint at the Crown.”

 

But alas! there is more work left to be done

Those ledges look quite grey

Some other time

For a gin and lime

Thoughts of pints have just flown away.

 

Tony stands on the ground and holds the paint

Chris, he climbs the ladder

Tony’s afraid to get high

At least near the sky

To Chris it really don’t matter

 

Time moves on, their task nearly done

Those ledges look pearly white

WHITE! Tony starts to scream

“The colour is cream!”

Chris falls off the ladder with fright.

 

Now if anyone sees our two heroes tonight

They’re not drowning their sorrows in beer

Chris landed WHACK!

On Tony’s poor BACK!

They’re laid up for weeks  I fear.

 

There’ll be no more painting for Tony and Chris

Their artist’s career is o’er!

Never more will they rush

To pick up a brush

Their poor little muscles are sore!

 

Happy Birthday, Tony. We miss you.

xxxxx

 

What’s happening here? I’m in my own bed!

Last night I thought today I’d be dead

My family were gathered, the fire was all lit

All I had to do was my own little bit

Breathe for a minute, sigh, then expire

All laid out and ready for the funeral pyre

Then off to Memphis to be thrown over the gate

My King was waiting, now I’m so late

My senses are reeling, my neck is quite sore

A funny sensation, I think I want more

Did a dark stranger bend over and kiss me?

Oooh! there you are! Come here! Did you miss me?

You want more of my blood? Please Sir, just take it!

I know you’ll be good! I won’t have to fake it!

 

 

Teresa watched them leave. The popular ones. The rich and good looking ones. The classmates she didn’t fit in with, and boy did they continually point this out. She was used now to the name calling, the snide comments and dismissive looks. She was no beauty and the cruel nicknames  accentuated this. Skinny and  Specky.  They cackled their way out of the room like three evil witches, Geraldine, Debbie and Michaela. Teresa sighed heavily and lowered her head. She was fifteen and wanted by no one. Neither by her classmates or any boy she happened to encounter. An outcast, a loner, a child whose self confidence was so low someone should have worried about her. But no one ever did.

Her Mum and Dad were oblivious to the mental pain and anguish  she endured every day. She didn’t tell them. They would only worry. It must be her fault. She wasn’t pretty enough, clever enough  or even likable enough. Teresa sighed and began to gather up her belongings. Miss McVerry – Maths teacher,  her mortal enemy, was still standing at the top of the room, arms propping up her hefty bosom, watching her. She couldn’t understand why this particular teacher disliked her so much and continually humiliated her at every given opportunity .Teresa knew that Maths was one of her weaker subjects. She couldn’t understand the rigidity of the calculations, the disciplined rules that banished  imagination, mystery and self expression. But she tried, really she did but her answers were mostly wrong. English was her first love, comprehension, composition, spelling. She loved it all. Patricia yearned to be a writer from the time she was in primary school, wanted to share her thoughts  with others. Story ideas continually  tumbled round her head and she itched to be home to capture them with pen and paper. Just one obstacle to overcome, her torturous tutor with baleful eyes, watching, waiting.

“For goodnesss sake, girl. Hurry it up. You do have another class to go to.” Miss McVerry’s strident voice, dripping with disdain pierced the young girl’s heart. Why? she thought. Am I so repulsive even my teacher doesn’t like me? Her child’s fragile self confidence took another dive. These depths increased gradually over the coming years, guaranteeing a life filled with wrong choices and unwise decisions.