I’ve had a terrible time at school.
My classmates are rude,
And make a lot of hullabaloo.

I brought a small battery operated radio to school,
And played it in class.
Danced like I am over the moon.

Turned my head up and down,
All the while pinching my nose.

The class’s laughter,
Sounded like thunder in my ears,
And I could feel my head spinning.

Learners said; “Now we know why
You’ve failed grade ten three times.
It is because of this radio.”

When I got home,
I looked like a radio broadcaster.

I do love to listen to the radio.