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The New International School - a Limerick Tale

Long-term diplomatic postings often involve embassy children. Which in turn requires arranging for their educational needs. A fanciful tale of one such school, in limerick form.

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Prompts - L:G1 Boarding School, A:B5 Macaroni Art, P:G2 Limerick, F:O2 Anklebiters

This piece was inspired by Anna Wing's Idylls of the Queen, particularly the chapters involving the embassies from the South.

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In Gondor there once was a school

Where children did board, as a rule

The diplomats' kids

Were quick to place bids

On who would emerge as class fool

The classrooms were furnished with care

Each student did have their own chair

Set at the right height

No ankles would bite

Or worry a Charge d'Affaires

Now art class was never a bore

There were paste-pots and pasta galore

With elbows and bows

Laid out in neat rows

And drawing with chalk on the floor

School trips would cause merry din

At foundries and ships they would grin

The Hobbits and Dwarves

Stayed far from the wharves

But everyone else would jump in.

The place was a joy to behold

Where scholars the students did mold

With feasting at night

The odd pillow fight

And learning made cause to be bold

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