ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Nevine Boccara went to a girls school in Northern Ireland, a public school in Canada, and an international school in Switzerland and finally decided that school could be fun. At university in London however things became much more dull and so she packed up and went off to Africa were she lived for ten years with her five dogs, two horses and various intermittent felines. She loves the theatre and movies and playing with her eight year old daughter. [May 2002]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (1) Africa Rhymes (Children) Three childrens poems with wn african theme. [614 words]
I Hate My Alarm Clock. Nevine Boccara
Every morning I do try
to put a knot in my school tie,
I'd clean my teeth assiduously
Except my toothbrush hides from me,
Take up the brush to tame my hair,
(the comb I can't find anywhere!)
I pack my bag the night before,
I swear I left it by the door...
And know you know, at any rate,
why it is I'm always late.
That's outrageous, that's absurd,
Its the silliest thing I've ever heard.
I didn't do it, its not true,
Do you think I'd lie to you?
Well, ok then, don't complain,
Just hear me out, I can explain...
I hate things like runny eggs,
Insect bites that itch my legs,
Homework that is complicated,
Drawings to be tessellated.
I can't stand badly drawn cartoons,
Or tv ads which have lame tunes,
Waking up at six o'clock,
Soup made out of chicken stock.
Other things that I deplore,
Walking on a sticky floor,
Getting slide burns on my thighs,
Washing boogers from my eyes.
I don't complain so everyday,
Its just I need to have my say.
Jaseem, Jaseem,
you ate all the cream,
and now your poor tummy is sore,
you're looking quite green,
please don't make a scene,
just barf quietly onto the floor.
The sun is beating down today,
The classroom's hot and stuffy.
The teacher's droning on and on,
Tom's doodling so is Muffy.
A dead fly on the window sill,
That clock is surely broken,
The hands are pointing two and nine,
That's not the time?!You're joking!
I'll stretch my legs out just a bit,
Prop the book up just like so,
I'll cop a snooze here at my desk,
Miss Ross will never know.
"To calculate the square of eight,.."
Her words now fade away,
And that is all the boring math
I'll not learn today.
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