John A Shanahan
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The Cottage Lad The Cottage lad lay sleepless through the night It was a dormitory, they said, for first year boys The little plebs, each in his solitary bed, lay still The stillness broken by the rustle of starched new sheets. Morning came and all eight boys responded to a bell A hard-faced man in black peeped in and shouted 'out of bed' ! Six disappeared somewhere and only two were left The bemused pair united and went in search. They strolled the avenue, seeking others without success This could be fun they thought, on their journey of youth and hope They looked inside the awesome Pugin Pile, but no boys there Surrounded by vast and stony edifices, Lilliputians amongst the Giants. They met with four strange beings, each in long black dress These walked and talked and read from leather books The two boys smiled and shyly hoped for help They met with scowls and some sarcastic mirth. The regime begins and all innocence is lost. By John A Shanahan |
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| ---------- | Updated: Oct 12, 2015. |