As it's the end of term

A wee poem for all my teaching friends to lighten your spirits in the home stretch of the summer term!

New poem: As it's the end of term

Today I woke and rose to shine
the coffee brewed up bang on time
I quite enjoyed my quiet time
then end of term kicked in.

You know what, this is what I'll do,
we'll hire a bus and drive to you
spend all the day seeing what you do
as it's the end of term.

We'll visit beaches near and far
go lay on sun beds in a spa
then race the fastest racing cars
as it's the end of term.

We'll turn the grounds into a zoo
race ponies out on Dartmoor too
then kick back with a firey brew
as it's the end of term.

We'll order pizza during school
watch film all day til our mouths drool
then dive into a swimming a pool
as it's the end of term.

We'll race up and down the corridors
on piggy back, slamming all the doors
then collapse in heaps upon the floors
as it's the end of term.

We'll play wet play games all day long
then spontaneously burst into song
and reflect how none of this is wrong
as it's the end of term.

The kids will love it, you will see,
all I've suggested in my glee,
is just for teachers, you and me (!)
as it's the end of term.

In truth, we'll turn up in 2 hours,
after shaves and hasty showers,
give our timetables a glower
as it's the end of term

and teach our children 'til half three
(then mark until the daylight flees)
but it's not long 'til we'll be free
it's almost end of term.

So, hang in there, my teaching friends,
we know this last hard slog will end,
then lay those books down,
but until then,
let's do 'the end of term.'

TheWeeScottie