‘RiB’ #SoCS &LindaGHill
‘I was dribbling when I wrote this
forgive me if it goes astray.’
The boys ribbed me over my accent. “I’m from Cornwall!” I cried, then I cried.
“Who’s an Nansum boy, then! Pretty Pasty, Pretty Pasty!” called Joe Parroti.
I bribed them not to take the Michael out of me; it worked for a while – then my money ran out.
“The trouble with Tribbles…” was as far as I got – the Nerds didn’t like me either – new nerd on the block!
It’s not easy getting into a tribe – we had just read Lord of the Flies – and I was a bit of a Piggy; but from my POV not enough of one. – and I was no Jack or Ralph, that’s for sure.
I left school at 27 and became a scribe; well, I scribbled; and dribbled as I did so.
Rib of Adam, son of Eve
maybe it is
time to leave.