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THE PEANUT BUTTER STRIKE In my last year at school I was made a prefect, Why I don’t know for I was no model scholar But thinking back and taking the time to reflect, I’m happy to have fond memories, how happy Was the headmistress i’d hate to bet my bottom dollar! Our parents were paying for private school tuition, But come weekend, in fact every saturday, We would get home-made bread, peanut butter and jam, The boarders turned to us for some recognition or Coalition. A meeting was to be held with prefects and pupils The following Thursday, It was like a battlefield – pupils and prefects both Shouting, hands waving, the pupils were cross, They wanted us to represent them, we’d taken the oath, Now we had to act as their union, and show the nuns Who was the boss! It was unilaterally decided that each prefect – we were Twelve, would the following Saturday make a stand, Which would be supported by the pupils, all were nervous And excited, especially as that night there was a school dance And the music provided was by our brother school’s band! Saturday came and so did the action, each prefect stood Up from their table, pushed back their chair and Walked out of the refectory followed by the pupils One hundred and twenty in all, the refectory doors Were immediately closed, the pupils were allowed to leave, But twelve of us prefects were ordered to stay, mother Superior had a plan up her sleeve. We were made to stand to attention, as she gave us all A long lecture During which she lost her bottom denture! I am disappointed she said at what you twelve have done And why risk all with such a risky venture? We explained the pupils wanted a decent breakfast every Day, but oh gosh what was in store, Surprises galore! Mother superior started at the top of the disciplined line, And moved down to each one of us, Looked at us straight in the face, With a look of disgrace, And stripped us of our prefect badge, And to add insult to injury called in the class Just beneath us and gave twelve of them a prefect badge, Which were ours, she ordered them to attach Them to their collars, they were now in charge, And then mother superior took great delight in each one Of us to discharge! Thank goodness we only had six weeks left of school, I hadn’t written so many lines in my life, The new prefects watched with delight as we Endured this strife! Six weeks went by and we were now no longer pupils, So gave the prefects a lot of lip, And to think that it was for them that we went On strike, For one or two of them we all had a heartfelt Dislike! But this story ended happily as mother superior, Called us in, now we were school leavers, No more inferior, She wished each one of us well in our future studies Ahead, And gave us back our prefect badge, I was hoping she Would, I even shed A tear when we said goodbye, for there were many good Times spent, so the not so good I soon forgot. I arrived home, got off the plane with my prefect Badge in tact, I felt like a cat that had tipped And drank all the milk, I gave my parents a hug and a present, nothing was said, My mom loved her scarf made of silk! THIS IS A TRUE STORY!
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