Written By Freddie Mac
7th May 2001.

Come in my lad and sit down there
no words from you I want to hear,
This repeated scenario was my "Groundhog day"
that happened several times each year.

You know the trouble with you my boy
it's that you are too busy playing the fool,
Two science teachers you have driven totally mad
in the four years that you have been at this school.

It was not my fault sir! as I tried to explain
I was told silence! you insolent young man,
The project you had was to make soap in a jar
not stink bombs that would explode in a can.

A first for this school was your photography class
with your camera I gave you free rein,
Top secret pictures you took at a Euclid test ground
those detectives have caused me great pain.

With paint brush in hand you paint pictures so nice
but do as you are told and not what you think,
If you are told to paint horses,don't paint bloody trees
For Mr Chalmers you have driven to drink.

Every Friday morning as assembly draws near
the Bible reading I give you each week,
So why does that grin appear on your face
as mischievous thoughts you would speak.

For eleven long years you have attended my two schools
from a curly headed wee boy to a youth,
I'm afraid you're a Numpty who'll go nowhere in this life
who's rebellious and at times so uncouth.

Your vision of life is all football and goals
or at your atlas to seek countries far,
And history you love with a passion so rare
but a studying person is not what you are.

Your brain and your thoughts are up there in the clouds
to travel the world is your impossible dream,
Get a job digging ditches or go work down the mine
then on Saturday score goals for your team.

Remember the time when at ten years of age
you got six of the belt for being a mug lair,
The school bell went missing and never was found
your hands were bleeding but you did not care?

I knew that you hid it by the cheeky smile I saw
when I questioned each one in your class,
Miss Mac Callum did threaten to cut off your curls
and you shrugged with a neck made of brass.

So away with you boy and get on with your life
for not much future do I envisage for you,
A Numpty who'll be lucky to sign his own form
as each friday he joins the dole queue.

As you pass by these rooms on your way out of here
young Freddie Mac ask what you learned there,
Apart from Geography, History, Football and Art?
God , no wonder I have lost all my hair.

This is dedicated to the memory of all the teachers
whom I sent to an early grave and who taught me
nearly nothing of what I know today about life.

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Thank You.

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