Poème 2012-2013 (4ème)
By Allan Ahlberg, 1989
Heard it in the Playground poetry.
Published in 1991.
We're waiting in the corridor,
My dad, my mum and me.
They're sitting there and talking;
I'm as nervous as can be.
I wonder what she'll tell 'em.
I'll say I've got a pain !
I wish I'd got my spellings right.
I wish I had a brain.
We're waiting in the corridor,
My husband, son and me.
My son just stands there smiling ;
I'm smiling, nervously.
I wonder what she'll tell us.
I hope it's not all bad.
He's such a good boy really ;
But dozy – like his dad.
We're waiting in the corridor,
My wife, my boy and me.
My wife's as cool as a cucumber ;
I'm nervous as can be.
I hate these parents' evenings.
The waiting makes me sick.
I feel just like a kid again
Who's gonna get the stick.
I'm waiting in the classroom.
It's nearly time to start.
I wish there was a way to stop
The pounding in my heart.
The parents in the corridor
Are chatting cheerfully ;
And now I've got to face them,
And I'm nervous as can be.
( La musique que nous avons choisie pour accompagner la lecture :
[Astat] Dia Del Amor [www.dogmazic.net] )