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Education.
‘Concentration’, said the teacher –
Bearing down her wooden lance-
Once a ruler, now the measure
Has become corrupt with chance.
‘Come headmistress’ mused the teacher,
Ripping off her faking mask-
Shall the twain pick ecstasy
To substitute her vodka flask?
‘Cut out that one’ laughed the teacher,
Seeing tumour in her kids-
Suffocate the education –
Eradiate the cancer-bids.
‘Children that -’ scorned the teacher,
‘Dare to ever fall behind’
Shall be locked in brick-house cells,
Emancipated for the grind.
Bearing down her wooden lance-
Once a ruler, now the measure
Has become corrupt with chance.
‘Come headmistress’ mused the teacher,
Ripping off her faking mask-
Shall the twain pick ecstasy
To substitute her vodka flask?
‘Cut out that one’ laughed the teacher,
Seeing tumour in her kids-
Suffocate the education –
Eradiate the cancer-bids.
‘Children that -’ scorned the teacher,
‘Dare to ever fall behind’
Shall be locked in brick-house cells,
Emancipated for the grind.
Published 10th Jan 2010
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Anonymous
10th Jan 2010 9:18pm
The second stanza is a riot. All in all, a deliciously satirical, witty and intelligent piece. Worthy of a printing in The Guardian:-)
10th Jan 2010 11:18pm
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