Hell on Wheels.to the School of Doom !.

School was another word for hell  
A place of torment and fear  
That I knew so well.  
 
Every night in my bed felt like  
A condemned man to be hung  
In a Prison cell  
The clock ticking away  
The fear mounting  
Toward the break of day.  
 
I dread the mornings  
Because the nightmare was about to begin  
And if I'd lived by a river  
I'd have jumped right in  
But I couldn't swim.  
 
The churning in my stomach  
The fear in my head  
I just wanted to stay at home  
And hide in my bed.  
 
The school bus or 'Hell on wheels''  
Was liken taking a trip to Dracula's castle  
And to go to school was such a battle  
In a war I couldn't win.  
 
I'd be sick in the toilet  
And shaking with fear  
As time to catch the fear wagon  
Was drawing near.  
 
The bus was full of savages  
That made St Trinnian's  look very tame  
As the school bus shunted  
Up the lane.  
 
Eventually we'd arrive at the gates of hell  
To the sound of death and doom  
From the school bell.  
 
The teachers wore black cloaks  
That made them look like bats  
Stood their canes to flog us  
And their mortar board hats.  
 
The dark ravens gathered  
As in to the dark pit of hell we'd go  
Into the torture classes  
Where the creature called teachers would grab us  
And not let go.  
 
 
But still they say.''School days are the happiest days of our lives''.  
 
 
 
 
 
Peter Dome.Copyright.2017.