Half eaten Easter egg |
Alarm goes off, it’s the last day of school.
Pinky sits up and wipes away the drool
From her middle-aged mouth, she’s been snoring it seems,
Loudly intruding on poor Scotto’s dreams.
One more day and it’s holiday time
Stagger to the shower, wash away the grime.
Trips on dog on the way downstairs
Shuffles outside in the pyjamas she wears
To get the paper from the dead brown lawn
She squints at the brightness of the gentle dawn.
Espying a jogger, Pinky darts behind a tree.
There is no need for a jogger to see
Pinky’s pyjamas with the hole in the a*#e.
She hides til she sees the jogger pass.
Back inside for her first caffeine hit
Without that coffee she feels like sh#t.
Swears at drivers on way to school
Why does she always get in front of the fool
Who drives a big truck and sits on her tail
With a honking horn and arms that flail?
Arrives at school, colleagues full of glee
Only six more hours and they’ll all be free.
“We’ve eggs for you Miss!” the children shout
One of the eggs has a bite taken out.
By one o’clock the teachers feel grand
As they all know after school drinks are planned.
The girls will be heading to Shazza’s place
Where no doubt they will all get off their face.
With only one hour left of school to go
There’s a disco in the shed for the kids and so
Pinky does the chicken dance, and grooves to the beat
Til she gets puffed out and has to sit on a seat.
Like Gabriel’s trumpet we hear the bell ring,
P#ss off kids! The teachers sing
Under their breath so no one can hear
Why did we pick a teaching career?
Is it all for the kids and their learning we wish to raise?
Don’t be bloody stupid…it’s the holidays!!!!
# I don’t really mean that, I love teaching the rugrats.
The egg in the photo was actually presented to my colleague, Rach and had indeed been bitten in to.