A poem resented, published but never
approved agreed assented.
Aggrieved I spied it fifty
near sixty years later
at the tail of the school magazine
The Pines 1963
and my name mispelt to boot!
Pretentious crap at seventeen
I wrote and reluctantly stood
beckoned commanded
to read aloud in class and
Mr Wright heeded not my protest.
Oh you buggers you bastards!

It goes to show, it doesn't pay
to join the Facebook alumni
nigh on 60 years later does it,
and stir such ne'er seen
and newly to be forgotten
embarrassments past...