My daughter is in primary 1 and stands just 3 feet,
To carry her school bag is trickier than a circus feat,
I asked, "Jeslyn , do you have to carry bricks and sticks"?
She said, " No dad, it's the weight of English, Mother-tongue & Mathematics"!
Along with a water-bottle, larger than a bucket,
She is prepared to go , dressed like an astronaut in a rocket,
Her bag a parachute, that opens only on land,
Was a recent purchase, that made a hole in my pant !
Open her math book and you are in for major shock,
Dizziness, heart-attack and trauma are also in stock,
It's not any more "Two Plus Two Is Four",
You need prove "why it is so", and the child is accounted for !
Like; Mr.Tan has six mangoes and three less than Mrs. Wong,
And Mrs.Wong has Four more than that Mr. Joey Ong,
If so, how many mangoes Mrs.Wong and Mr. Joey Ong holds,
Is a question which still gives me the jitters, fits and terrific jolts!
If Mr.Joey Ong plays Angry Birds and Diamond Dash,
And Mrs.Wong plays Billiards and Squash,
How many games they altogether play?
Knowing Mr.Joey , I wouldn't dare to say!!
Jeslyn turns hostile when learning English spelling,
As it's accompanied by scolding and yelling,
Grammar has no glamour and is not any fun,
Home work weighs nothing, less than a tonne !
If math is death, English is hellish, there's one for super flunk,
It's the toughest and scariest, seemingly easiest "Mother Tongue",
Can tough syllabus prevent you from becoming a punk,
or, can one reach "the top" after digesting all the immaterial junk ?!!
