Friday 13 November 2015

I hate children!

I hate children,
That's what the teacher said.
I wish that I was back at home
Or somewhere else instead.
I don't like all that smiling,
And I don't like silly games,
I hate the way I have to learn
All of your stupid names.
So shut up and get working,
And just do what I say,
And if we're lucky,
We'll all make it
Out of here today.

FOCUS!
Arms down!
Back straight!
Eyes front!
Mouth shut!
Feet still!
Don't move!
Books out!
SILENCE!

I hate children,
That's what the teacher said
You're just a bunch of little worms
With nothing in your head
You know that if I had my way,
You'd all be in the street
Or sitting in a prison
With big chains upon your feet.
So shut up and get working,
And just do what I say,
And if we're lucky,
We'll all make it
Out of here today.

FOCUS!
Arms down!
Back straight!
Eyes front!
Mouth shut!
Feet still!
Don't move!
Books out!
SILENCE!

I hate children,
That's what the teacher said,
I wish that I was back at home
And still asleep in bed,
I hate all this teaching stuff
And trying to help you out,
I don't really care at all,
I just like to shout.
So shut up and get working,
And just do what I say,
And if we're lucky,
We'll all make it
Out of here today.

FOCUS!
Arms down!
Back straight!
Eyes front!
Mouth shut!
Feet still!
Don't move!
Books out!
SILENCE!

I hate children,
That's what the teacher said,
Then he just started shouting
And his face went really red,
And then he fell down on the floor
Pulling at his tie,
And his face it looked
Just like it was
A watermelon pie,
Then he went really quiet,
And we all gathered round,
And then his breathing nearly stopped
And he didn't make a sound.
And little Charlie, at the back,
Stepped up and he said,
"You know what, you lot,
I really think,
The teacher might be dead..."
But the teacher opened up his eyes,
And he gave a little yelp
"...I didn't mean the things I said,
Please go and get some help..."

But then we all looked down at him,
He was a funny sight,
His face had gone from red to green
And then a greyish white.
Well Mary then she stepped up,
And she said, right to his face,
"You're not a real teacher,
You're a horrible disgrace.
The proper teachers they're all kind
And they always help us out,
And they try hard to explain things
And they never, ever shout
And they get us to enjoy our school
And they praise the good we've done.
And even though they're strict at times,
They're funny and they're fun.
But you, you're just a bully,
And we know you hate us all
And that's not fair because you're big
And we're still young and small.
You've made our lives a misery,
And I'll tell you something true,
The only thing that we all hate,
Is teachers just like you..."

Then we all sat down in silence
And when we heard the bell
We told our favourite teachers
That the mean one was unwell.
And they all called an ambulance
And they carried him out the door,
And we never, ever, saw him
In a classroom anymore!













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