THE BALLAD OF THE SUPPLY TEACHER

 

I’m going to burst, I need a pen,

I had it first, say that again!

I’m feeling sick, You got a tissue?

Watch this trick, I heard her diss you…

 

It’s boring this, I hate this school

Can I see Miss, I play the fool.

I always leave before the end

I just sit here, beside my friend.

 

I won’t change seats, you can’t make me

What page we on? I need a pee.

Is that your name? Do you like your job?

I’ll give em out… you, shut your gob!

 

We’ve done this page, let’s clap and hum

Don’t act our age, say dick and bum.

I’m not your serf, I just don’t care.

You’re on my turf, so best beware.

 

It weren’t me sir, never did a thing

In class I like to cheer and sing.

Rub my name right off the board,

If I AM good, what’s my reward?

 

He can walk out, has anger issues

You’re really good, we all just wish you

Were our real teacher, fist pump me now?

Not like the last, right old cow.

 

He’s got Tourettes, has to shout prick

He’s got big ears which we all flick

She can’t do work without headphones in,

Miss said we can, I aim for the bin.

 

What we doing?, Get in the queue

Shut up NOW, we’ll wait for you.

I need a rubber, pull his chair out too

I won’t sit down, what you going to do?

 

Why you still there, looking at the time?

Fingers to your lips, some kind of mime.

Shurrup year ten, half an hour of din,

RIGHT YOU LOT, SHOUT IF YOU’RE IN…..

 

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