jaybo
21-02-2016, 11:45 AM
:D I didn't like school I found it trying
At the end of the day, you would find me crying
Either tears of frustration or tears of pain
From the menacing bully or the teachers cane
The tutors would try to install some knowledge
But I wouldn't listen my brain was porridge
In maths I'd be given an incalculable sum
Of which I'd always answer wrong!
The frustrated teacher, or moody headmaster
Would bellow at me, see me after class, sir!
At days end with my heart full of dread
I knew I'd have to face the head
I may be in luck he might just shout
I'm at his door time to find out
I give a knock, he booms Enter!
AH young jaybo front and centre
I'm disappointed lad, in maths your lacking
I'm going to give you a good hard whacking
My stomach flips as he grabs his cane
You'll be getting six, I flush with shame
Across the desk I'm bared and ready
He practice taps, now then steady!
He let's fly with an awesome, Smack!
The pains intense I arch my back
I cannot stifle my sobs as another stroke lands
I want to rub but control my hands
I clench my bum for number three
As the sting spreads I think why me?
The heads swishing his cane for a practice swing
Here's number four and it really does sting
Number five hits home, Fuck! I'm almost past caring
The head adds one more for swearing
I bite my tongue on number six
He's really layed on some fiery licks
Last one thank God it's number seven
It's almost over, thank God in heaven!
Number sevens hard I cry out in fright
The head is satisfied, get out of my sight
Painfully I leave and thank him for my caning
I furiously rub, with my bottom paining
I suppose it should stop me from playing the fool
It's just another fun day at school.....
At the end of the day, you would find me crying
Either tears of frustration or tears of pain
From the menacing bully or the teachers cane
The tutors would try to install some knowledge
But I wouldn't listen my brain was porridge
In maths I'd be given an incalculable sum
Of which I'd always answer wrong!
The frustrated teacher, or moody headmaster
Would bellow at me, see me after class, sir!
At days end with my heart full of dread
I knew I'd have to face the head
I may be in luck he might just shout
I'm at his door time to find out
I give a knock, he booms Enter!
AH young jaybo front and centre
I'm disappointed lad, in maths your lacking
I'm going to give you a good hard whacking
My stomach flips as he grabs his cane
You'll be getting six, I flush with shame
Across the desk I'm bared and ready
He practice taps, now then steady!
He let's fly with an awesome, Smack!
The pains intense I arch my back
I cannot stifle my sobs as another stroke lands
I want to rub but control my hands
I clench my bum for number three
As the sting spreads I think why me?
The heads swishing his cane for a practice swing
Here's number four and it really does sting
Number five hits home, Fuck! I'm almost past caring
The head adds one more for swearing
I bite my tongue on number six
He's really layed on some fiery licks
Last one thank God it's number seven
It's almost over, thank God in heaven!
Number sevens hard I cry out in fright
The head is satisfied, get out of my sight
Painfully I leave and thank him for my caning
I furiously rub, with my bottom paining
I suppose it should stop me from playing the fool
It's just another fun day at school.....