Well today I had no intension of blogging what so ever.
I have been an emotional basket case all day, and had no inspiration at all.
I put off sorting my unopened boxes as long as I could.
Then enough was enough, I asked my friend to pray for me and it worked.
The first box I opened was a box that my lovely Mom had left for me.
In this box was a collection of my school things.
Some of my School reports, how they didn’t figure out I had difficulties I don’t know…lol
I also found reading my old note book highly entertaining and extremely funny at times.
Amongst the scribbles and cartoons of Adolf Hitler as Head Teacher wearing a dress, Ken Dodd with his tickle stick and various teachers all doing very naughty things…..hehehe.
I didn’t say I was an angel, I’m only human… AND…I was a rather rebellious teen.
I HAD TO BE TO SURVIVE….I’M NOT JOKING.
Well anyway…I found this really funny chat that I had with my school friend *Jean.
Where we had passed my note pad back and forth, writing really stupid things.
I giggled that much reading this I don’t know how I didn’t wet my knickers….lol
I would love to blog it, but it is far too rude………………….lmho
What I did find really funny was even back then, I was so into writing poetry.
I finished this chat off by challenging my friend *Jean, to write a poem about winter.
……………how VERY un-relatable Lisa…giggle
Where she answers, “Why? What on earth for? You know I can’t write poetry!”
Anyhow, here are a couple of poems I found that I wrote as a school girl.
This girl that goes to my school
Who took my friends away
She isn’t very nice
They’ll find that out one day
She bosses them about
And tells them what to do
She said she doesn’t like me
And she hates my boy friend too
When it was my Birthday
She broke up all my toys
And ’cause the teacher didn’t see
She blamed it on the boys
And one day in the playground
She kicked me in the knee
But what upsets me most of all
Is…my friends won’t play with me.
And then this one…….
I must be a fool to go to school
When at home I can play all day
I only have to bang my head
And Mom says, “You can stay in bed.”
I only have to start to cough
Or maybe find a little spot.
Then down to the doctors we will go
“Keep her in bed for a week or so!”
Then when the week is up
And Mom is not quite sane
I wake up in the morning
And say, “I’ve got a pain!”
Mom says, “Where does it hurt?”
“In my belly”
“Go back to bed and watch the telly”
She doesn’t moan, she picks up the phone
She finds a teacher she can tell
That I’m not feeling very well
Then gives me Disprol for my ache
She doesn’t know that I’m a fake.