A School Lesson

‘We can’t go sir, she’ll get into trouble.’For Christ’s sake.‘Come on lads, the girls have already gone,

It’s not your business this, just get upstairsFor God’s sake, Mrs. Smythe will be okay.’‘No sir, can’t you see, she’s done in sir?

If we leave her now she’ll get sacked.’Done in! What the hell do they mean done in?‘Listen, I’ve told you, it’s my lesson now,

It’s English. Come on, let’s be having you.This is getting ridiculous you know.’What is the matter with the little sods?

‘Old Cash will sack her sir, he will ya know,She’s drunk out of her skull sir –And she’s not a bad old bird really.’

These are Noddy kids Mr. C. when you’veBeen teaching long enough, you’ll learn that.Hewers of wood and drawers of water -

‘Look sir, she’s handed us these forms,University forms they are – as if weCould finish up in those . . .’

Christ! She really is pissed givingDamien a UCAS form, she probablyThinks most black kids would . . .

‘And anyway, we all have bad daysDon’t we sir, even Jesus had hisOff days you know and . . .’

‘Look lads, the girls have all gone,And Mrs. Smythe, well she,You see she, well . . .’

‘We know what you’re trying to say sir –Really we do, but like Damien says,Sometimes you’ve gotta follow your heart.’