Dear lord, I know I'm nothing more <br />than a simple teacher at this school. <br />You see it's the last day of term <br />and I need a little help <br />to get through <br />the rest of the day. <br /> <br />It's not that I don't like the kids in my year 10 <br />but they already glued my coffee cup <br />to the desk and hid the marker. <br />I'm not being funny <br />but I really need that marker <br />and somehow, I don't know how, <br />the classroom pet rat is gone <br />and its only half past eleven. <br /> <br />Dear Lord, help me please <br />my year 10 make the devil look like fun. <br />I'm hiding in the supply cupboard <br />they can't get me in here <br />but Oh know they are making Paul eat the blue paint <br />and Mary is hanging <br />from the top of the whiteboard, <br />says she will not come down <br />untill Simon stops cutting her hair. <br /> <br /> <br />Now don't get me wrong lord i love the kids that's <br />why i teach but i would rather have on this day, year <br />8 or 9 even Mrs coal's class they look like zombie <br />which is absurd. <br /> <br />Dear lord if you would see fit in letting a few just dispar <br />like the one that supper glue my register book to the wall <br />or even<br /><br />maria goodison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-lord-28/
