Scratching fingernails on a blackboard.
The white chalk dust in the air.
Noisy chatter all around us.
This is school we must be there.
Bells that ring out in the distance.
Starting lessons maths or PE.
Then he enters in the room sir is here it falls to silence
Take out your books he calls.
It\'s time to learn keep fooling round or stand out in the halls.
Heads are down pens at the ready hands up and down in the air.
Then the silence as we work as worker bees without a care.
Then that distance bell rings out louder we all dash out in to the hall some may dash to the bike shed have a sneaky cig or two or even maybe use the loo.
Then its lunch the queues are long full of chatter as we move.
Back to classes time goes quickly we cant wait for home time bell but tomorrow we will be back to some of us this childhood hell
These are our school days