Dear Mr Examiner-Gareth Owen Thank you so much for your questions I’ve read them most carefully through But there isn’t a single one of them That I know the the answer to, I’ve written my name as insttucted Put the year,the month and the day But after I’d finish doing that I had nothing further to say So I thought I’d write you a letter Fairly informally About what I can see from my desk here And what it’s like to be me Mandy has written ten pages But it’s probably a frightful guff And Angela Smythe is copying The answers off her cuff Miss Quinlan is marking our homework The clock keeps ticking away I suppose for anyone outside It’s just another day There’ll be mothers going on errands Grandmothers sipping tea Unemployed men doing crosswords Or watching ‘Crown court ‘on TV The rain has finally stopped here The sun has started to shine And in a back garden in Sefton Drive A housewife hangs shirts on a line A class files past to play tennis The cathedral clock has just pealed A mower chugs backwards and forwards Up on the hockey field Miss Quinlan’s just read what I’ve written Her face is an absolute mask Before she collects the paper in I’ve sort of favor to ask I thought your questions were lovely I’ve only myself to blame But couldn’t you give me some marks For writing the date and my name. Thank you