Chaos ruled OK in the classroom as bravely the teacher walked in the hooligans ignored him hid voice was lost in the din "The theme for today is violence and homework will be set I'm going to teach you a lesson one that you'll never forget" He picked on a boy who was shouting and throttled him then and there then garroted the girl behind him the one with gritty hair Then sword in hand he hacked his way between the chattering rows "First come, first severed" he declared "fingers, feet or toes" He threw the sword at a latecomer it struck with deadly aim then pulling out a shotgun he continued with his game The first blast cleared the back row where those who lied hang out they collapsed like rubber dinghies when the plug's pulled out "Please may I leave the room sir?" a trembling vandal inquired "Of course you may" said teacher put the gun to his temple and fired The Head popped a head round the doorway to see why a din was being made nodded understandingly then tossed in a grenade And when the ammo was well spent with blood on every chair Silence shuffled forward with its hands up in the air The teacher surveyed the carnage the dying and the dead He waggled a finger severely "Now let that be a lesson" he said This is a poem that came to me when thinking about Columbine and Virginia Tech. I hope you enjoy.
