Miss Armitage entered Calculus class
To stand amidst a
disorderly eruption
And she immediately
confiscated a catapult
Miss Armitage entered Calculus class
To stand amidst a
disorderly eruption
And she immediately
confiscated a catapult
Gillian finished her first week at school
And had a very unhappy
look on her face
She said to her mum
who was showing concern
“I’m just wasting my
time at that place”
Mum asked her “why
ever do you think that?”
Then Gillian exploded
in an angry squawk
“Well mother I can't read,
and I can't write,
In those halcyon days at university
Our lively
intelligence or our esprit
Meant heads were
encouraged towards the noetic
But our hearts
gravitated to embrace the poetic
Our fecund, fertile
minds, proved greatly to suit
As our high-minded
imaginings bore great fruit
The teacher questioned Samuel about his homework
“I have just read your
story entitled “my cat”
And it is almost
exactly the same as your brothers
What do you have to
say to that”?
“Well, I didn’t copy
Joshua’s story miss” Samuel said
“It’s just that well,
we have the same cat”
Joshua was caught talking to a friend during assembly
“What do you call a person” asked the headmaster
“Who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested”?
Joshua thought and to great applause he said “A teacher”
They’ve taken all the fun away
It’s prohibited from
the school day
Thanks to the
politically correct crusade
And the health and
safety brigade
There can be no
unacceptable names
Or boisterous
competitive games
Now playing in the
snow and ice
You must play games
safe and nice
The nanny state has
declared
That the nation’s
children must be spared
But when I was a child,
we did alright
And we did survive an
occasional fight
But we had more
freedom in my view
We could choose what
things to do
You didn’t have to
climb in trees
Or pick the scabs off
wounded knees
You didn’t have to
play kiss chase
Or catch a snowball in
the face
You didn’t have to
make a slide in the snow
If you didn’t want to
you could say no
Conkers was not a
compulsory game
You didn’t have to
call girls names
You could roll in the
grass again and again
Or jump in puddles
after heavy rain
You didn’t have to
skip with girls
Or run with grass seed
in your curls
If you didn’t want to
there was no need
You could sit alone
and quietly and read
But if you chose to
you could do it
And after all we were
young and fit
In class one day a boy named Benny
Needed to go to the
toilet suddenly
So, he called out
loudly to Miss
“Please I really need
to take a piss”
The teacher said “No
you must wait”
“The correct word to
use is urinate”
If you use “urinate”
in a sentence correctly
I will allow you to go
to the lavatory
And so thought the boy
called Benny
Desperate now to spend
a penny
“You're an eight miss” says young Ben
“But if you had bigger
tits, you'd be a TEN!”
I was raised on the three R’s
At least on their
importance
Reading, riting and
rithmatic
Though spelling was
more happenstance
But a greater three r
’s exist
Greater than literacy,
grammar or fractions
Respect for oneself,
Respect for others,
And Responsibility for
all of your actions
If success you will achieve
Do not ever flatter to deceive
Apply yourself with valiant effort
To gain the important good report
The wayside is littered with the failed
Whose non commitment has prevailed
Don’t aim to highly but do your best
Then let your confidence do the rest
In the fifties
My greatest fear
Was being called to
see the headmaster
Now I’m in my fifties
My greatest fear
Is having to call the headmaster
He had a crush on his teacher
And he thought she said be mine,
While she was marking his essay
My teacher is extremely ancient
But I don’t want to be thought a fool
But it is the truth as he told us
He taught Shakespeare at his old school
My cross eyed teacher was dismissed
The governors have no scruples
They said it wasn’t her disability
But that she couldn't control
her pupils
My cross eyed teacher was dismissed
The
governors have no scruples
They
said it wasn’t her disability
But that she
couldn't control her pupils
A younger member of staff
Caused
something of a melee
Having
completely misunderstood
The
nature of Mufti day
I would like to kill the person
Who
said school days were fun
I
was taught by Birds of pray,
More
commonly known as nuns
Something upset
My
English teacher
So
I said to comfort her
“There,
their, they’re”
I spotted a chemistry student
Entering
the toilets, the other day
He
washed his hands on the way in
Which
is always a dead giveaway
My teacher is extremely ancient
But
I don’t want to be thought a fool
But
it is the truth as he told us
He
taught Shakespeare at his old school
If a brunette, a blonde, and a redhead
Are all together in the third grade
The blonde has the biggest breasts
Because she's eighteen years of age