Monday, 5th September 1960
With my cap on my head and my satchel in hand
I set off one day for a strange foreign land
No more for me my comfy first school
I was off to a place where REAL learning did rule
My old junior school was just down the road
Perhaps half a mile from my parent's abode
Where once I could walk there without any fuss
now the journey, for me, was by bike or by bus
That first day of 'big' school I remember so well
Standing outside to wait for the bell
They herded us first years into a big hall
where we stood looking lost to await the roll call
One after another they sorted us out
I hadn't a clue what 'twas all about
Into our classrooms we were all lead
where, for our teacher, we waited in dread
At last he arrived dressed in mortar and gown
No smile on his face, just a very stern frown
'Alright you boys', he said with a sneer
'My name is Joslin, I'm your form master this year'
He looked like a skeleton, thin and quite tall
No sense of humour did he have at all
Jack Joslin his name, but known as 'The Ripper'
His weapon of choice was a well worn gym slipper
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