School has been trudging forward,
For weeks numbering eleven,
The holidays are two away,
And then it's simply heaven.
They have been getting angry,
Bored and sick of school,
The constant tension and frustration,
But holidays make them drool.
Not long until their release from,
This lumbering form of Hell,
What's more I'm sure that,
The kids fell this way as well.
It has been a long term. The kids are betting cranky, the staff are tired. Some poor decisions are being made by everyone. Roll on, Father Time.
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