My Teacher Lost My Poem

My Teacher Lost My Poem,
like a piece of Styrofoam.
We gave them all up, full of luck;
and now they’ll never come home.

Bright ideas that struck,
all the poems he took.
With the words from the mouth, all came out;
him losing them was a stroke of bad luck.

We forget something: he shouts.
It is now our turn to give out –
the things we have done, the loss of fun.
I gave him some choice words from the mouth.

He says it’s done.
Like an assassination shot with a gun.
Wrote it again; but never again
will my teacher lose my poem.

About the Author

Conor Archbold

Conor Archbold is fifteen. He lives in Graiguecullen, Carlow, but attends St Kieran's college in Kilkenny, where he is currently in third year. Some of his hobbies include rowing, running, playing guitar and singing and writing songs. My Teacher Lost My Poem is based on a true story.