(with apologies to Philip Larkin and “This Be the Verse”)
They f__k you up, your teaching staff.
They may not mean to, but they do.
Merrily they meet and laugh
When a spot of teaching might fall due.
But they were f__ked up in their turn
By the hapless, cringing bureaucrats,
Who half the time lacked all concern
And half involved in drunken spats.
Teachers take sabbaticals,
That last longer than world wars.
Bring the kids home from school halls
Protect them from a useless cause.