Back To School

And so the scram is imminent
In the back to school shop hell
With kids all moaning in the aisles
As Mums and Dads all yell
At their sweet little Darlings
After the long summer break
In an attempt to kit them out
As school return’s at stake

And thus chaos ensues as
The holidays run out
Midst toil and strife and much to do
And racket as Mum shouts
At Dad who in turn rants a bit
At Jonny and at Sue
Less pity the poor shop keeper
In such hullabaloo

But when alls done and all is said
They’ll return scrubbed up great
In blazers hanging round their toes
And shoes shined up first rate
And hair cuts cropped; pencils sharpened
Looking their damnedest best
Whilst parents breathe a relieved sigh
And say ‘Give me a rest’

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Back To School Traffic

Queues, cones and chaos
The three ‘c’s’ of traffic jams
Holding up a journey
As roads are over crammed

Halting all the vehicles
In automated blocks
With tempers flaying frustrated
Losing minutes off the clock

But that’s the way it falters
In rush hours general rule
As infrastructure battles when
The kids go back to school

Back to School!

Back to school! Oh great!  I think not!
To catch the bugs and nits
Side step the playground bullies midst
Those kids with pus filled zits
To duck the banter wagon
Avoiding drugs and drink
To hide away in lavatories
Whilst snatching forty winks
To tolerate the teachers
Save those who froth and foam
And watch the classroom wall clock til
It’s time to come back home!

Back to school! Oh great! I think not!
Homework issued every day
Arithmetic and reading books
A bore!  I want to play
With bans on almost everything
No gadgets or iphones
And games that might just make it fun
Save breaking any bones
With all the rules so rigid and
Consequences pretty hard
Back to school! Oh great! I think not!
When are hols next on the cards?

 

Back To School

There’s only one thing for it
The children’s feet will have to go
For shoes and socks just cost so much
In the back to school big show!

And then there’s all the pencils,
Rulers, rubbers and much more
Oh goodness me, how much again?
No wonder I’m so poor!

On top of that the uniform!
And oh boy the price of it!
For trousers, blazers and a tie
Let alone the whole sports kit!

Not forgetting all the other bits
To write with or to read
Dear Lord, it’s never ending
How much more can one purse bleed!

But that’s state education
The one renowned for being free
I wouldn’t mind but here’s the thing
Money doesn’t grow on trees!