The boy stood on the burning desk;
the teacher fled in fright.
His mate yelled, "Darren, jump you fool,
your trainers are alight!"
But Darren only laughed and yelled,
"Come on, let's trash the joint.
We don't learn nothing, coming 'ere,
so what's the bleedin' point?"
The system's let these youngsters down
if anarchy can rule.
However did we come to have
that term: a failing school?
The educationists stood firm.
They really should have known:
By giving up on discipline
they're reaping what they've sown.
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