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The New Curriculum
It used to be murder at school
Evading terrorists lying in
Ambush at the tuck shop
Life or death battles with tapioca
Blistered fingers for smoking in the
Cycle shed
An army of Latin grammar at war with my head
Jimmy Jones smashing my best conkers
Miss Evans the Head's secretary
Scourging my hormones
Sadistic Algebra wanting blood
Above all dreading that fight with...
Friday 5th June 2020 11:03 am
Billy No Mates
I've told you before stay clear of that
Boy if you ask me there's
Something wrong there
Turning up to school on his own not a soul
Knows a thing about him he's a
Right mystery
(Stand still when I'm
Talking to you) he may be good at
Maths and yes' he's
Tiny but he's always fighting he's
Beaten kids much
Bigger he made mincemeat of Jimmy
Cummings its autism if you...
Sunday 31st May 2020 12:13 pm
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