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School was another word for hell
A place of torment and fear
That I knew so well.

Every night in my bed felt like
A condemned man to be hung
In a Prison cell
The clock ticking away
The fear mounting
Toward the break of day.

I dread the mornings
Because the nightmare was about to begin
And if I'd lived by a river
I'd have jumped right in
But I couldn't swim.

The churning in my stomach
The fear in my head
I just wanted to stay at home
And hide in my bed.

The school bus or 'Hell in wheels''
Was liken taking a trip to Dracula's castle
And to go to school was such a battle
In a war I couldn't win.

I'd be sick in the toilet
And shaking with fear
As time to catch the fear wagon
Was drawing near.

The bus was full of savages
That made St Trinnian's  look very tame
As the school bus shunted
Up the lane.

Eventually we'd arrive at the gates of hell
To the sound of death and doom
From the school bell.

The teachers wore black cloaks
That made them look like bats 
Stood their canes to flog us
And their mortar board hats.

The dark ravens gathered
As in to the dark pit of hell we'd go
Into the torture classes
Where the creature called teachers would grab us
And not let go.

But still they say.''School days are the happiest days of our lives''.





Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.

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