Zhoufng's Blog!

Tuesday 25 May 2010

Analysis of Poem- The Son is in Secondary School by Affian Sa’at

This poem describes how the author enjoys his school days. Most of the events are cleverly quoted out in the poem, and it is quite faultless. "My best friend did a heroic thing once Shaded all A’s For his Chinese Language Multiple-choice paper" is one of the many things some students do during  the examinations. Although these may sound foolish, it is very useful when recalling past memories of the old school days. I think that this poem is perfect- for the young and old.


The days in my Primary School was quite the same as 'The Son is in Secondary School'. I share the same sentiments and the old days just seem great. Classmates are sometimes annoying but also helpful and friendly. The class is filled with laughter every interval during periods. We played tag even in the class and hoped that recess was much longer that usual. 




Primary School
-Zhou Zhefang


The days just seemed awesome
When I was in Primary School
Got a huge bunch of friends
But they are erm...useless


When Assembly started
Most of the pupils were in disarray
Lines crooked and a lot of latecomers
Much to the principal's dismay


Classes are as usual
But when there's abrupt laughter
Our angry teacher would shout
Quiet! or I'll call your mother!


When the recess bell rings
Our class would start to fidget
And when the teacher releases us
The last one out will be called a midget


The end of recess is near
But who gives a ear?
All we know is to play, play and play
But we all run when the Discipline Master is here


The school bell is more amazing
80% of the class will start to pack their bags
When the teacher gives the signal
Our class would be like an empty sack.


CCAs are just a waste of time
It's like doing CWO
When you look at other CCA groups
You realise they look like CEO


When you reach home
You thought you can slack
But when you realise that there's tons of homework
You will say, "What the heck!"


Schools days are just awesome
No freedom, no justice, no peace
What am I doing here anyway?
Oh, talk about bliss.


Oh and I forgot one thing
Who cares about this?!




2 comments:

  1. Not a bad poem for the 1st try but i think that some parts may rhyme while others is just a description with no rhyme.

    ReplyDelete

If you comment rubbish I'll summon a Trolzilla then next time a see you. D:

Powered By Blogger