Where are they now, those classmates from school?
Friends and enemies I made while behind my desk.
Most of my memories now are rose-tinted for sure.
But I can recall one or two were quite grotesque.

John K, who I fought with in the PE changing rooms.
Killed when run over by a car in his own damn street.
Brian B, I accompanied to the Vet with his poorly dog.
To whom I didn’t keep my promise in later life to meet.

Rita B, whose bra-strap I so inexcusably twanged.
A much older pupil who bent my fingers right back.
Susan McK, timid but conscientious and very bright.
Colin T, who in football gave me an almighty whack.

Caroline H - I had a hell of an adolescent crush on her.
But for me she had no time or interest whatsoever.
I kept her in my sights though to the end of exams.
But still no joy at all despite my every endeavour.

Where is that girl on a field trip to a farm near Bangor,
Who slipped and slid down the hill on her backside?
Where are they now, those fertile young minds?
Manual workers, nurses, professionals, certified?

I think back fondly through those pink shaded glasses.
Would things be the same if I’d made a different call?
Of course they would, I would have married Caroline,
And I wouldn’t have tweaked Rita’s bra-strap at all.