Another Poem by CJ- Oh My God make them stop!


The Invigilator
By CJ

I’m sitting at my desk and I’m twiddling my thumbs
I shift around the seat in case my buttocks start to numb
And in my head I calculate imaginary sums
As I look for things to do until the next replacement comes.
I hope she isn’t late as I have a place to be.
Invigilation grates, and the boredom gets to me.
And I start to squirm around and I hope no-one can see.
That I’m sitting with my legs crossed ‘cos I really need a wee.