Mr Fish

I had a teacher called Mr Fish.
He taught English.

He was great
with those of us
who were good at it.

He saved his sarcasm
and cruel wit
for the sort of kid
who excelled at P.E.
but failed miserably
at Lang and Lit.

On the other hand, Mr Lee,
who took us for Geography
and P.E.,
was a bastard to kids like me.

It wasn’t an ideal situation
but, in an off kilter sort of way,
I suppose you could say
it did make for a balanced education.


Happiest days?