At primary school, we wipe our bums with
At secondary school, we wipe our bums with –
And I sit there in French class one afternoon,
Trying to solve the problem of how
One afternoon can be longer
Then the whole year, of which
It is a part.
And I sit there in maths one
And start to read the graffiti
On the desk, and come across
A masterpiece – that simply states:
"Here I sit,
Bored as Hell,
Waiting for the bloody bell"
And I’m, like, yes!
And I show it to my friend,
And it just makes us laugh –
Which, of course, you aren’t allowed
To do in school time – so that’s
Another detention. Great.
And I look back now
And I just wonder when we were ever there anyway,
What with teachers’ strikes,
And broken boilers,
And IRA bomb threats – well, okay
Kids in the local phone box,
Faking Irish accents…
Yet, the time spent at school seemed endless. How?