They sure Schooled me

Twas at the Carr academy
all stately dressed in stone,
cupola's gleamed on the roofs bright sheen
my tale began alone.

The click and gleam on parquet floor
brass shines and polish scent,
the O so high of varnished door
but the teachers all hell bent.

The head she was a kindly soul
she took me on her knee,
to show her alter mater role
but her staff shewed disdain of me.

Disdainful of me needs you know
too aloof to teach,
each disdainful act a blow
destroyed a child's belief.

Destroyed a belief in teachers
destroyed belief in self,
at four and a half these traitors
instilled bad mental health.

Well, I'm older now, grown evil,
like they I'm heading for hell,
but I'll volunteer to be a divil
to poke to hear them yell!