School Day Hell

They called it school I called it hell From the huge imposing prison like doors To the doom like toll of the bell Everyday the same Running for the school bus Full of uncivilized Wild kids Being pushed and shoved Countless kids in uniform Fearing the teachers and the day they were born Satchel bags and lucky bags Late for lessons again Going to the headmasters office For the cane ooh how my bum was in pain Teacher at the blackboard Pupils getting bored thinking about girls Motorbikes and cars Playing football in the yard Playing sports in skirts and shorts The one too big that moma bought School desks fountain pens and ink Boy how some of my classmates did stink Trying to blow up the science lab Bubbly gum and sherbert dabs Giggling girls and bashful boys Girls jutting out everywhere Pigtails and ribbon on their hair Always getting into a fight Going home with a torn blazer and black eye every night Lots of kisses on my homework Rolling about in the dirt Pouring ink into the headmasters aquarium Holes in your trouser bum Crafty cigarette hidden behind a wall Morning assembly in the hall School dinners you couldn't pick Forced down your throat and made you sick Being punished and kept behind doing lines I must have wrote 'I must be good' a million times Frog spawn put into teachers bag Gas taps left on in the lab The school nurse giving you a jab Riot breaks out in class Running a race on sports day and coming last Pea shooter and catapult Pulling your tongue out and being rude to adults First love and nervous thumbled kiss Girls with new sticky out bits Hair growing in places it didn't before Limbs aching and so sore Always in trouble up to no good playing truant in the wood Letting the tiers down on the headmasters car Girls wearing training bra's Exams were such a sham but wrote the answers under the bandage on my hand Teachers talking about things I didn't understand What a waste of time I was going to be a pop star and soon a man Those daydreams of youth that still remain aloof Hiding in the bushes watching girls playing hockey and net ball on the field I still recall how that used to feel Long school summer holidays away from hell School books thrown down the well Then back to school again to days of terror And pain up early facing hell. Peter Dome,copyright.2014. July.