Stop fussing or you'll have to come to the front with me

Do you know the Allan Ahlberg poem, 'Colin'?

Colin by Allan Ahlberg

When you frown at me like that. Colin,
and wave your arm in the air,
I know just what you're going to say:
'Please , Sir, it isn't fair!'

It isn't fair
on the football field
if their team scores a goal.
It isn't fair in a cricket match
unless you bat and bowl.

When you scowl at me that way, Colin,
and mutter and slam your chair,
I always know what's coming next:
'Please, Sir, it isn't fair!'

It isn't fair
when I give you a job.
It isn't fair when I don't.
If I keep you in
it isn't fair.
If you're told to go out, you won't.

When heads bow low in assembly
and the whole school's saying a prayer,
I can guess what's on your mind, Colin:
'Our Father... it isn't fair!'

It wasn't fair
in the infants.
It isn't fair now.
It won't be fair at the comprehensive
(for first years, anyhow).

When your life reaches its end, Colin,
Though I doubt if I'll be there,
I can picture the words on the gravestone now.
They'll say: IT IS NOT FAIR.

Posted By: Bravo win or die, Apr 6, 08:36:23