In this classroom, a thousand years
have washed between my ears
and out again. With cups of tea
we read of adventures at sea,
of corrupt senators, and kings
who sought to do their rivals in
by any means thought possible
(take note: no old philosophers).

In this room I learned to translate
Latin, 'til the prose reached a state
of beauty - logic at it's best;
our skiilled pen-tips put to test.
but while I swing back on this chair
draw a little, play with my hair,
and take another sip of tea
I think about taking PE.