New Kid by Paul Morris
By Elaine
Apr 15, 2018 Children's
Paul Morris's poem New Kid has voice and rhythm

New Kid


 


I’m new to the school


With the same old rage;


It’s a brand-new book


With a blotted page.


See I’ve got no worries,


I’m an ‘ard man, me


‘Cos me mam’s Chuck Norris


And me dad’s Bruce Lee,


                                             And when I cry into my pillow


                                              I don’t let anybody see.


Got a face like a boulder


But me head’s a state,


I’m me mam’s little soldier


And me dad’s best mate.


I’m a big-time shark


In a small-time pond,


‘Cos me mam’s a Terminator


And me dad’s James Bond.


I’m a rich kid’s nightmare,


I’m a poor kid’s dream:


                                          Stuff my mouth with the pillow


                                          So they can’t hear me scream.


Got an eye like a bullet,


Got a tongue like a dagger


And a fire in me gullet


And the moves like Jagger


And I’ll see you right


But I’ll rob you blind;


I’ve found


                     A pound


And I’ve lost my mind,


‘Cos I’m trapped in the mills of the daily grind…


Unpack my head


And there’s nothing there:


Under the duvet of my confidence


There’s the bed-bugs of despair –


 


What was that, Miss?


What am I writing?


Nothing Miss, really -


Nothing exciting.


What’s that, Miss? Show you?


Let you see?


See, Miss: it’s about nothing –


Just me…


 


                              Only me.


 


 


 


Paul Morris

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