Once upon a school day cheerless, while I wandered, bored and fearless
Across the small, tiled, busy, and crowded St Dominic floor
While I scuffled, nearly scrapping with some whiggers, Discmen yapping
As if some crude jaw a-flapping, rapping a song so very poor.
“‘Tis some douche bag,” I muttered, “rapping as if he‘s hardcore;
Only this, and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak September,
when the grads of coolest fibre, better places these friends left for.
Eagerly I wished the next year, vainly I had thought it quite queer
but for a future career, adhere to these policies of bore.
To absurd and erratic customs, by which teachers have waged war
Fascist here forevermore.
The sinister administration, assuming our damnation
Kills me, wills me to speak out on this injustice we all ignore.
To combat the teacher’s evil eye, in thought only I outcry
“’Tis just the non-uniform piece I wear that rubs their minds so sore,
Just this cozy non-uniform sweater that rubs their minds so sore.
This is it, and nothing more.”
I stood enraged and stressing, under my breath a foul blessing
For the witch whose fiery eyes now burned into my sweater’s core;
Then, methought, the air grew quite rotten, a scent I’ve not forgotten
wafting from an arm swung by Albert, whose deodorant was poor.
"Wretch," I sniffed, “God hath threatened thee, on thy youth he hath set stench free
On your knees and repent, flee from thy memories of this rancor!”
Scoffed the teacher, “Nevermore.”
“That word and bell sounds us to dismiss, guide or coach”, I fiercely hiss.
"Take thee wand from out my face, get thy form out of this corridor!”
But her eyes gave the impression of one plagued by her obsession.
And my toque, in her possession, would fall to pieces on the floor.
As would my soul if I remained in the fierce gaze she did outpour.
She shall see me---nevermore!
