BRUTAL BRITAIN
At our junior school in Yorkshire.
I had turned up late for class three times
So our strict class teacher, called Miss Howarth
Sent me to the head mistress to be strapped.
Miss Kershaw then gave me six of the best.
I started crying from the stinging pain.
Miss told me that if I don’t stop crying
She then would give me another thrashing.
She told me that men should not show feelings.
Be British and stand up with some backbone.
This was back in nineteen fifty seven
But I still remember the stinging pain.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2024
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