The Day of Freedom


Enters the place with a stick and some books
Scribbles like a drill all over the board
Points the stick all crooked and worn
Yells to the losers, claps for the winning
Sometimes comes in with a big smile
Thinking that thirty two teeth never fails
Some have sometimes twenty four
That's when the children all have a go
Cannot control the class and bangs on the principles door
Shouts to the words, simple three letter words
Just says get out and everyone's in for a super duper detention
Everyone's gone, she goes for a walk
All of our troubles then vanish like bubbles
Thanks to the teacher all gone

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