Marion is right. To be expelled is a fine thing, Bazza. Were you expelled from Simon Langton School for Boys? Good for you. Meanwhile... I may not write the best poem. In fact lately I have rarely been in the frame, but I usually write the one of the FIRST. Here it is.
Alma Mater
To James Gillespie’s Boys I went
When I was a bambino.
My teacher, a sardonic gent,
Like Chalkie in The Beano,
Was Mr Wilfred Grubb. He knew
A plenitude of stuff.
And, so that we would know it too,
His classroom act was rough:
An eye to chill you to the bone,
A voice to shout like Hector,
A teaching method now unknown
Within the public sector.
All flesh is hay. Remember, pray,
The passions and the knowledge
Of Mr Wilfred Grubb B.A.
At James Gillespie’s College.
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