The Lesson

Silence ruled OK in the staffroom
as bravely the gangster walked in
the teachers ignored him
his voice was lost not 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 staff who was working
and throttled him then and there
then garrotted the teacher behind him
(the one with curly hair)

Then dagger in hand he stabbed his way
between the chattering rows
'First come first severed' he declared
'fingers, feet, or toes'

He threw the dagger at a newcommer
it struck with deadly aim
then pulling out a machine gun
he continued with his game

The first blast cleared the backrow
(where those who work hang out)
tey collasped like rubber dominoes
when the plug's pulled out

'Please may I leave the room dear student?'
the trembling principal enquired
'Of course you may' said the gangster
put the gun to his temple and fired

The student popped a head around 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
silence shuffled forward
with its hands up in the air

The gangster surveyed the carnage
the dying and the dead
he waggled a finger severly
'Now let that be a lesson' he said