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 can catch the bus by ma sen these days! I wish she’d jus leave me alone.

“Ok bye love, have a nice day at school, stay out of trouble and watch your dinner money. I’ll be home when you get in. Bye.”

Watever, like leave me alone! Man she jus dunt kno wen to giv up and I kno how to look after my dinner money. I hav learnt summit in my time at skool!

Looking back now I can see how arrogant and horrible I was towards my mother. I really didn’t appreciate at the time the amount she cared and did for me. She was just looking out for my best interests and trying to give me the best start in life that she possibly could. All I could do was insult her with very degrading and nasty unappreciative comments that she just did not deserve. I can see this now and how it has reflected in my life because I know for a fact I would not be in the same position today if my mum acted in any other way earlier in my life.

It’s bloomin freezing out ere, ma face is numb and my hands feel as cold as icicles I wish that stupid bus wud hurry up. Anymore of this and I wont be here much longer.

“Alright Simon didn’t see you there. How long hav you been waiting?”

Peace and quite please! I hav jus woke up my eyes are shining, ears are buzzin I’m flamin freezin and I don’t want a loser like Colin speaking to me. Why isn’t this stupid bus cumin? I’m gunna go berserk.

Join now!

 

“Are you ok Simon lad? You look terrible.”

 

I look terrible? Really? It’s probably because I am freezin and I hav jus woken up. Any way its not as if you are the best lookin geezer in the World so shut it! Oh Thank God. Finally the bus is here. Its about time. At a 10 past bloomin 8, its ten minutes late. I am cold, tired, I wish I wa still in bed, comfortable, warm and snug. Wow better put my arm out or the stupid bus won’t stop, silly idiot cant he see me?

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