Back to skool

Please Mrs Butler
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Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps copying my work, Miss.

What shall I do?
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Go and sit in the hall, dear.

Go and sit in the sink.

Take your books on the roof, my lamb.

Do whatever you think.
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Please Mrs Butler

This boy Derek Drew

Keeps taking my rubber, Miss.

What shall I do?

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Keep it in you hand, dear.

Hide it up your vest.

Swallow it if you like, love.

Do what you think best.

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Please Mrs Butler

This boy Derek Drew

Keeps calling me rude names, Miss.

What shall I do?

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Lock yourself in the cupboard, dear.

Run away to sea.

Do whatever you can, my flower.

But don't ask me!

Allan Ahlberg

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Private school are fairly rare in France which makes where I am working even more unusual. Half run by the French military and half run by civilians (i.e. people like me) leads to a serious amount of bonkerness (new word?). So sharpen your weapons, it’s time for English class, or poetry, which is what I teach on a monday.