Meanwhile by Lferion

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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