The phone rings at an
unusual hour
I turn over feeling a
little bit sour
Do I answer, or in bed
do I stay?
I pick up the
receiver, “Hello” I say
They tell me I’m in a
school very far
I tell them no
problems I’ve got a car
I jump out of bed and
get ready quick
I best slow down as I
feel a bit sick
My journey begins,
rush hour traffic
The driver behind, a little
bit manic
I take a wrong turn
that won’t do
A six point turn is
something new
I arrive at the
school as fresh as can be
The office take a
look and say ‘we’ll see’
Head teacher walks
out with a crooked smile
Knowing that the
class ahead is rather vile
I walk the corridor
heading for doom
I must think positive
get out of this gloom
The school has colourful
displays on the wall
Is this the calm
before the fall?
I enter the room and am
greeted with silence
I don’t think the
class has any violence
The head teacher says
her final farewell
Suddenly the room is
filled by the class from hell!
The class begin to
jump up and down
I look at them with
my sturdy frown
It makes a couple of
them sit and listen
Some of these kids
will end up in a prison!
I get through the day
without a shout
Looking forward to my
next challenging bout
Some say thanks on
their way home
Manners are great, I
begin to groan
Another day over and
money in the bank
I felt like the
Titanic except that sank!
Teaching can be a
misconception
But please don’t send
me back into reception!
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