Blackboard Blues
BLACKBOARD BLUES
I woke up this morning and I had the blues
And the blacks and the Reds and greens whence to choose
In days gone by when boards were black
And teachers weren't wary but on the attack
Chalk was as white as snow filled skies
You could tell a school master by the dust on his flies
But now boards are white and we've ink on our fingers
And the odour of liquor that inculpates and lingers
Use markers that erase and be sure they're never
Permanent and fix your mistakes there forever
You should also remember these pens may be dated
And leave you with writing that's etiolated
With a piece of chalk you would know where you stood
Be it long short or tall it could make its mark good
Then if your mind blanked, went as clean as a whistle
You could turn round, take aim, and launch it as a missile
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