CORPORAL PUNISHMENT AT SCHOOL
On the sport’s field we started to set up
To play cricket but the ground was hard
And the stumps would not go in. So my mate
Used the cricket bat to hammer them home.
The game’s master was soon upon the scene,
Shouting. “That’s no way to treat the willow,
You cretin.” Sir then snatched the cricket bat
And with hefty sideways swipe cracked my mate
Across the head. The lad collapsed and was
Shaking violently, lying on the ground.
Then his shaking stopped and he was still.
The whole team went silent and stood and stared.
Then one lad shouted: “He’s dead. You’ve killed him.
You’ll be hanged for murder”. Sir was silent.
He looked worried. But the victim came round.
He then stood up, a bit wobbly and we
Carried on with our game of cricket.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2024
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