A group of gossiping girls,
teachers with lots of curls
football crazy boys , playing with their toys
and a lonely fallen out friend in the corner.
A pack of menacing bullies ,
eating ice cream and lollies,
some clever children practising maths,
but will these bullies get in their paths?
Annoying little tell tales sitting on a wall.
I wonder if they'll tell me off at all?
selfish children with their jewellery,
I don't think I want them to play with me!
A small circle of infants crying loudly,
I can't stand it , I can't stand it,who can't stand it?
ME!
This is our playground we stay here after lunch,
We always have something nice for puds
a biscuit with a crunch!
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