Classroom For every time you raised your hand You would talk grandly Your curriculum was black and blue As time has done its best to undo And from the studies
So many times I was made to pay
The only lesson you ever taught me
Was how to get out of the way
Of how one day i'd thank you
But the only thing you ever taught me
Was just how wrong you were
Your speciality how to hide a bruise
And as you lectured me on how horrible I was
I only learnt to hate you
Lessons learnt in the classroom that you ruled
Sometimes still when someone raises their hand near me
Instintictively still I cower away
You forced me to endure
From every lesson you beat me with
I learnt a teacher should not be a drunk
Christopher Wellbelove
8 September 2007
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