one on the GooD oLd scHoOl dAyz......

Mom, it’s getting late

Mom, its getting late….

Bring my pencil and my slate…

Fill some more bread and more jam…

I Promise, I won’t share it with Tom and Sam….

A ‘beauty’ waits for me there….

with a stick in hand…

And won’t let me get in,

unless I have one on the hand….

Is the homework done?...

She will ask me today….

When I know, it is not…

What shall I say???

She catches my lies, and hears no excuse….

And never hesitates when I’m to be abused…

Then makes me sit beside the girls….

Oh! Those oily long hair… my life really suckssss……