Half Term

Half Term

by Helen Barter

I know I am being a pain
but it's half term. 
School's out.
School's been blown to pieces.

Always the thrill of counting down the days.
Always the thrill of expectation.
Always the let down.
Reality.

I know I am being a pain.
It's half term.
I bought smokes for rolling behind the bike shed
with the big boys.

"Get bigger knickers if your pants don't fit."
Always the let down.
I thought I was supposed
to have grown out of nappies.