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School House Bashing

https://www.youtube.com/edit?video_id=M1uhJSVuz_A

School bashings in 1951
Oh I went to school in fifty one
Like every six year old should
I did't know what was in store
A flogging for my good?

Bushy got a sandwich from another kid at school
He handed me another, nice tucker it was cool
Bushy did not come this day, I got another sandwich
Head teacher grabbed me by the scruff
A long cane he did brandish.

He thought to drive the evil out
I surely got a thrashing
Blue stripes from heel to nape of neck
Yes mate I got a bashing .

Beryl Mason was the older girl    (bushys sister)
Who came and told my father
He sprang upon his horse, did whirl
His stockwhip cracked like thunder

He rode up the steps into the school
And sprang upon the teacher
Belted him often hard and cruel
And Joe become a preacher....he saw the light

So I did not get the cane for awhile after that.
I'd had all I needed for awhile.   Don Johnson 6-12-10

My mate Sourpuss Noble of Dirranbandi had his head 
Jammed through a plate of glass in a school door ..
As the teacher said .You will not talk no more?

Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2017

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  1. Date: 4/21/2017 1:32:00 PM

    Hi Don my old mate though you are gone words like these mean you will never be forgotten my mate from Australia, all the best Poetowen
  1. Date: 4/17/2017 7:45:00 PM

    Yes, Andrea you just told me om my poem called Another Life" because you saw Don's comment. It makes me sad to hear this. Same as Joe below said, I wonder why I didn't see him on my page :( Loved his humor
  1. Date: 3/20/2017 3:54:00 PM

    Hello there I wonderd why I had not heard from Don, I am sad indeed to read what Andrea says below, the above write reminds me of similar things I have seen once upon a time.' I will miss old Don..)
  1. Date: 1/19/2017 9:26:00 PM

    I feel sad reading this, that I am seeing it after learning that Don has passed away. If there is anybody managing his space here, I want to leave my condolences to his family here. Don was such a fun guy who sure loved writing about his life and times. God bless you all. I hope you leave his poetry up here!

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