Farewell white polo shirts
Bleached so much it really hurts
Turning yellow in the sun
a memory of school which is over and done
White polo shirts on the line
Reminds us of school all the time
Now they’re packed away, never coming back
Why am I washing them, can someone tell me that?
White polo shirts with an unexplained stain
Tomato, whiteboard pen, removing them involves pain
Bleach away, bleach again
And again…. and again…. and again…
It isn’t just the polo shirts which make me really mad
There are also all the socks which kind of make me feel quite sad
Every night they come home with the blackest of soles
Add to that a token number of awkwardly positioned holes
So polo shirts, socks, the lot
Beyond human use, you’ll be left to rot
But actually, I’ve had a thought
And this one is one which would get support
In reception they need some things
For crafts and stuff, which people bring
To help the children find learning fun
A sock puppet – that’ll be the one.
So I packaged up socks, felt like there were forty
yellowing, fading, really stiff and cardboardy,
And I hope in the next year I’ll see those new folks
Who hide the kids crafts, and tell all those jokes
Who’ll curse all us parents
Like we did before
Who dump all their old things
For the newbies and more
So sorry, Reception mums, you’ll get there too
More white polo shirts and patience about through
Anyway, just to finish, one final say.
Farewell white socks, I’m switching to grey.
Farewell white polo shirts, it’s proper shirts today
I won’t miss you at all, not ever, no way.