Feeling summer (or last day of school)

9 am, the bus driver came,
Repeating the same gesture for the last time
Hop on in, I’ll talk t’you later.

Your metalwork project done,
95% you’ve got,
You’ve reached the top.

Making the joke of having a cold,
In the middle of the hot summertime,
Your English teachers wreaks her head to
Read on to a bunch of kids.

At the dressing room, you take your time,
Between your deo and your sandwich,
You grab you runners and go.

Baseball. Up you are to strike.
For once, you’re the last one to be striked out,
Giving an advantage to your team.

You’re now fielding,
And striked a man first base only.
You are given a Bualadh bos (for the first time in PE)

Maths, no one cares,
Teacher included.
Jokes are shared, sun shines through the window

Break in the sun,
“Gorgeous weather”, the lawn isn’t forbidden anymore.
Water is splashing, laughs are heard.

Jumper’s gone, the tie too,
Shirts are half open, sleeves rolled up,
Coats were left at home.

Business teacher keeps her serious,
Last class, we still need to revise,
Have fun this summer (but don’t forget to bring your book)

Turkish delights and chocolates were given,
By the German teacher, a bit sad to leave us,
Hopping us good luck for our cert.

Go out to the field beside the school,
Your science teacher shoots,
Grass fights and sun bathing instead of atoms and acids.

Bell rings. It’s 3:40,
Waving goodbye to your friends,
“See you next year!”

Song: First day of my life by bright eyes.