Transformation of Simon Armitage poem 'Untitled'.
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Transformation of Simon Armitage poem 'Untitled' I am very bothered when I think of the bad things that I have done, especially when I was thirteen and at Moorly High School. It was one particular science lesson after registration. It all started off on a busy and hectic morning when I was preparing myself to go to school. Oh I gotta get ma bag, where's ma bag? Need it for skool, socks where's ma socks? I hate mornings. Bloomin useless. "Simon come on love, you will be late for school." God I wish she'd give me a rest. Always on my back, gor drivin me round the twist. Where's ma socks cant find em, useless. "Hurry Simon the bus is here, your going to miss it darling." I'm not a flamin kid anymore. I am thirteen and she still treats me like a baby, I'm grown up now when will she gimme a chance? Cos I...


