BHS Inkwell 2017-2018

The Student Body, MediumWell

By Alice Xu

It takes a long time to roast a goose Even when it is young and fat In one way that is all too good The choicest pieces become The cleverest thinkers among us Over there I hear some aspirants for the frying pan The geese look good Cooked with meat and fat One still carries his textbooks with him Mutters propositions in physics The least you can get are five minutes rest Dreams of examinations and During a bombardment She was the least composed of all. She simply Dissolved into fat and water Such frail bones We are youth A bit bloody at one corner, but that can be cut off What would you do? “Clear out of this!” “Get drunk!” The rum is passed out. It made them stupid.

“Sit down!” They say of course there must be discipline Our schoolmaster, a stern little man Plucks and cleans the whole of the class Takes out a pocket-knife and reaches over “Ha! You’ve nothing To trouble about – You lack the studious mind!” “You want to become A labourer? or a workman - a peasant? It lasts longer, and there’s no getting out of it either.” I am very much afraid. Everyone wants to be treated well. So we press on one another – we must look out for our own bread. Enough to eat is just as valuable as our lives That is the reason we are so greedy for it. The goose is dead. We intend to roast it at once.

Claire Jenkins

Hannah Stafford

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