"I remember back in death school,
I was a bit of a tearaway.
They would say to me,
this doesn't come easily,
we take no pleasure,
as they struck me with the cane,
or their slippers of harsh leather,
smiles over their skeletal faces.
Saying we don't do this because we want to,
and the old classic, this hurts me more than you.
I was like, well you seem to be embracing it.
I'm the one with a cane marks
all over my bony cheeks"
Pestilence pitched in
"I was always a bit of a swot at chemistry,
give me a few ingredients
and I could have half the school off sick
before you knew it"
Famine glazed over
as the waves of nostalgia
rippled like the flavouring
through an ice cream sundae
"Does anyone remember school dinners?
I'd always go back for seconds
dessert
and mains.
They knew how to feed our brains
back in those days."
"Yeah, at war school,
I remember my first book.
Hitting people for fun and profit.
The school ground mafia
saw their incomes rocket.
This really got the playground going,
would have running battles, war games,
more than a few times
the place ended up in flames.
Ahh they good old days"
Dave joined in, eager to impress.
"Yeah, school wasn't bad,
I liked doing Art and English,
P.E was my bag, though maths was a real drag"
"Art? English? P.E?
What sort of lessons are they?
We had real school,
I had to learn to slice and dice
a dozen watermelons,
at once, with a scythe"
"Oh, so you had cookery?"
"No!?"
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