Passing a School Playground

The imps are with the angels
Behind the netted wall;
The squeals of pigtailed lassies
The thump of boot on ball.

A bookworm in a corner,
The bully on his round,
Miss Showoff in her trainers
That cost a hundred pound.

A murderer's among them,
A few who'll make it rich,
Here's fame and shame in training,
But God knows which is which.

from A Glass Half Full (Hutchinson, 2002), copyright © Felix Dennis 2002, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

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