ST Mary the Blessed Parish Magazine July/August 2026
The following poem is loosely based on the worst junior class I had in 30 years of teaching:
School Discipline Policy (or 'what to do when all else fails') Thank God it's nearly home time, I've had such an awful day; Most of the children in my class Just don't know how to play. They just can't work together, They just won't share the games. They're always arguing and cussing, And calling each other names. Peter's scratched poor Jennifer, Leon's thrown a fit, Dwayne's head-butted Darren
Now I've had enough of it! I've tried to reason with them, But they just can't comprehend That punching someone in the eye Isn't the best way to make a friend. I've told them that it's got to stop, So I'm going to the Head.
I asked her what I should do, And this what she said:
Make them learn their tables, Give them fifty lines.
Run them round the playground ninety-seven times.
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