This is the other poem I wrote for the School Party...
I’ve got a rubbish student.
His name, let’s say, is Jack.
At the end of every lesson
I hope he won’t come back.
He never does his homework. He always speaks Chinese.
He hasn’t got a pencil-case. His parents don’t pay fees.
He cheats on the dictations. Makes hundred of mistakes.
Annoys the other students. Fails every test he takes.
He copies all his homework. From stuff on the internet.
He often goes to the WC to smoke a cigarette.
The other students hate him. They always start to moan.
He’s broken classroom windows. And stolen classmate’s phones.
He brought a knife to class once . He doesn’t think that’s wrong.
He tries to eat his textbook and he brings dead cats along.
The police say he’s a danger. He’s murdered thirteen men.
He’s wanted internationally. For acts of terrorism.
….and he once started a small war in an African state
and infected thousands with an incurable virus and ...
…well, you get the idea!
I’ve got a rubbish student.
His name, let’s say, is Jack.
At the end of every lesson
I hope he won’t come back.
He never does his homework. He always speaks Chinese.
He hasn’t got a pencil-case. His parents don’t pay fees.
He cheats on the dictations. Makes hundred of mistakes.
Annoys the other students. Fails every test he takes.
He copies all his homework. From stuff on the internet.
He often goes to the WC to smoke a cigarette.
The other students hate him. They always start to moan.
He’s broken classroom windows. And stolen classmate’s phones.
He brought a knife to class once . He doesn’t think that’s wrong.
He tries to eat his textbook and he brings dead cats along.
The police say he’s a danger. He’s murdered thirteen men.
He’s wanted internationally. For acts of terrorism.
….and he once started a small war in an African state
and infected thousands with an incurable virus and ...
…well, you get the idea!
