Law of the Playground

Teacher Teacher, I declare,
I can see your underwear.

A memorable opening couplet to a piece of junior school playground poetry. There was undoubtedly more to this rhyme, but I can’t recall it. Anyone who can supply the missing lines will have my eternal gratitude, as its keeping me awake at nights thinking about it.

Matt F

We break up we break down,

We dont care if the school burns down,

No more English, No more French,

No more sitting on the old school bench.

Teacher, Techer, I declare,

I can see your underwear,

Is it black or is it white,

Or is it made of dynamite?

I think thats it, possibly in that order.

Tim B