Behind the Bike Sheds

We were kissing behind the bike sheds The future Mrs Bronte and I Get yourselves up to see the head We heard our teacher cry. The headmaster said I'd gone too far Practicing to save my future wife I really shouldn't have unhooked your bra Or given you the kiss of life. We stood in his room in front of head Our eyes looking down, both our faces bright red Darren shifted nervously from side to side Don’t worry Darren one day I’ll be your bride I begged the head please don’t make us cool our ardour In our biology practical we’d been told to try much harder He said 'I was young once I’ll give you one more chance I can’t stand in the way of a budding new romance' Our classmates asked but we wouldn't tell What the headmaster had to say After school we stopped beside the wishing well We passed along the way We kissed each other then kissed our penny Then watched the penny fall The kisses we've shared over the years have been so many We have no regrets at all. 16th May 2014 Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson