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| The Wicked Sword Maiden Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Australia, Western Australia
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| The Lesson This is a poem given to me by my father many years ago. I don't think it would go down well with those who are not in favour of punishment in our schools or even some parents here, so I apologise in advance ! ![]() Chaos ruled OK in the classroom as bravely the teacher walked in, the havoc-wreakers ignored him his 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 garrotted the girl behind him, the one with the grotty hair. With sword in hand he hacked his way between the chattering rows, 'First come, first servered' 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 backrow (where those who skive hang out) they collapsed like rubber dinghies when the plugs pulled out. The Head popped his 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, silvence shuffled forward, with its hands up in the air. The teacher surveyed the carnage the dying and the dead, he waggled a finger severly 'Now let that be a lesson' he said. ![]() |
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