just before the lesson
to the horror of the youth
he discovered his shorts were missing
to the master should he tell the truth?
to come to school without full kit
the boy knew all too well
would leave him deeply in the…er…teacher’s bad books
and more than just a bit!
a flash of inspiration struck
‘I’ve lost my shorts, ’ he ‘fessed
‘in lost property can I look?’
his teacher feigned distress
he tried a pair that seemed to fit
‘these may be mine,’ he cried
his teacher said now wait a bit
what name is writ inside?
inside the garment peered the child
there’s no name he revealed
they’re not yours then the teacher sighed
the boy’s fate it was sealed
and so the garment with no name
went back beneath the table
from where it never could be claimed
without it’s owner’s label