Thursday, January 27, 2022

Of Storms and Phonics

There was once an infant from Hove
incredibly cross with old Gove;
said ‘he’s knackered the schools
with his darn silly rules,
and phonics I’m starting to loathe!’

There once was a storm name of Corrie
so strong that it made us all worry.
Like a garlicky stew
it raged and it blew
till home we all had to hurry!

Alison Mott



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