An English Lesson

Hands on learning

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                        Meera got dressed to go to class,

                        Her instructor came to pick her up,

                        English is a language of such activity,

                        Where the translation is the same word.

 

                        The lessons began soon thereafter,

                        In a driving school full of students,

                        He pointed out to her the instruments,

                        The brake, clutch and the accelerator.

 

                        Soon they were cruising down the road,

                        To the tune of  'Turn left,' then ' right,'

                        Sometimes it became truly complicated,

                        Especially with ' stop at the traffic lights.'

 

                        Soon she was swinging the wheels lightly,

                        Knew when she had to make turns and stops,

                        English is so much fun she thought happily,

                        Smiled, but the instructor shyly withdrew.

 

                        They came back from the class an hour later,

                        The father looked out and wondered aloud,

                        'Send a girl to English class and she learns

                        English, music, cooking and how to drive.'

 

                        But it was her first class in the language,

                        Way back before the first son was born,

                        Where she came to see infinite possibilities,

                        She figured perhaps there's a man for her.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

sometimes circumstances bring the most unexpected things. it was indeed fortunate for her to have taken english so she would meet the man for her. it's funny how driving was part of the curriculum of learning how to speak english. great narrative poem.

[R J Askew]

Marvellous stuff. The British Empire may be no more, but English is, erm, still ... And of course once she has learnt to ride her bike, get on in life, become a kick a*s lawyer or some such and then begin go crave a little culture, I will be waiting for her with my poetic novella (now available on amazon.com) WATCHING SWIFTS. And the world will be a better place. The man for her most 'umbly *bows*