D Kershaw

School's in D Kershaw

School's in, school's out,

Why do the kids all jump and shout?

Is it the monsters beneath their desks

or evil teachers in their nests?

Maybe those kids wreak with fright from shadows flitting through the night...

Ideas forming in their minds, transforming into special finds

To put their thoughts down on a page, pencils racing in their rage.

Chairs are clacking, exams are done,

Students free to have some fun.

Back they come but something's changed;

Energy gone and eyes are glazed.

Teachers uneasy with their prey

What happened to the kids they will not say...