“He’s not scared of nothing.

Nobody. Never. Nah.

Which means that he is.

Tough Kid. Not tough enough.

I know – I once met his dad.”

They’re all here…every kid in the class has their own poem. The pushy one, the shy one. The whizz kid and the daydreamer. The best friender and the kid who runs in his wheelchair. The tough kid, the poet. And not forgetting the class hamster.