<strong>The</strong> <strong><strong>Ruthin</strong>ian</strong> 14 Heads of <strong>School</strong> - Eleanor Dolan, Sampada KC & the Head Sir William Gladstone, Patron of the <strong>School</strong>, thanked the Head and Sue for their work and presented them with a cheque from the parents, staff and pupils and a bouquet. Unusually, given the level of detail the Head puts into organizing Prize Giving, he was taken aback when Mr Hamer came up to deliver the leaving poem (printed below). Sir William Gladstone
<strong>The</strong> <strong><strong>Ruthin</strong>ian</strong> 15 John & Sue Rowlands’ Leaving Poem So what to say, now you’re going, John and Sue, tears are flowing, Let’s look back upon your time At <strong>Ruthin</strong> <strong>School</strong> in flowing rhyme. You love your sport, John, that’s so true, But in tennis, Dan kept beating you. Like Ben, you cycle round the vale With Sue behind, she’s looking pale! She finds running that much easier, <strong>The</strong>re’s less chance of having a seizure! Treating herself to the hill-fort track, Twenty minutes there and back! (That’s her target!) <strong>The</strong> only trouble in Christmas snow- She dropped a platform on her toe! Within a day, by light of candles, She was haring up the road in matching open-toed sandals! At the wonderful wedding of Anna, her daughter, <strong>The</strong>re’s one thing that she shouldn’ta oughta, On her head as she balanced a fascinater, Her six-inch stiletto got stuck in a grater! She loves her trips to castles of gold, Surrounded by pupils just three years old. It wouldn’t surprise me, suitably dressed, She’d drag them up Mount Everest! Visits here, visits there, Risk assessments everywhere, Sue’s living proof that she’s no slacker, When she’s on the Wacker Quacker! John, you feared your loss of beard… Who’d last seen your rowing machine? Stolen when your back was turned, Trust no-one was what you learned. Working late into the night - <strong>The</strong> ghost of Gabi had a fright! Blasting prog rock from your room Revealed the dark side of your moon! Your long-surviving sec called Eccles Puts up with all your constant heckles, Christened ‘pie girl’s made her madder Than Basil Fawlty and Blackadder! Passion for the Hill-fort Run Booming from your megaphone, Taking photos – hey, now…steady! Dodgy camera at the ready. On stage, you are a man of danger Fetish as a Russian major, Garlic, chillies, red wine traces Spilling down your coloured braces. For acting skills, you’re well renowned, Your Hugh Pugh’s the talk of the town! With broom in hand and jangling your keys, You play the caretaker with ease. So now they’re starting a new stage of life, That’s John as proud husband and Sue as his wife, <strong>The</strong>y’re grandparents now and they’ve suddenly found A new lease of life, now they’re Scarborough-bound. Jonathan Hamer Summer Term 2010
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