This scene you may know fairly well: Tom Scribbins has played up like hell; As young girls he's tick- led, removing there knick- ers, generally making them yell. To the headmaster's study he's called, He stands at the door, quite appalled. "Come in" calls the voice "A punishment choice I have, cries old Prof Archibald." "Young Scribbins, in trouble again, The cure for you, lad, involves pain. So come, boy, and strip." The child bit his lip: "Oh no, sir, you're meaning the cane." "Speak not. Put your clothes on that chair, On top of my own, over there. Now take, boy, this rod, Apply to my bod- y, on my ass cheeks white and bare." Later... "Now go and see old Miss McJaggin, She's 80, but for it still gaggin'. So take your young spear, Take her from the rear, And give her a bloody good shaggin'."" The boy went, and did as was bid, Fair glad that this pose her face hid And as this he mastered, The headmaster, bastard, Then ass-fucked the poor squirming kid. And thus folks, my tale it is done. A moral? Well, maybe this one: The time spent at school Are your best, says the fool, For it's teachers, not kids get the fun.
Friday, August 19, 2005