Who Spiked The Tea In The Teachers Mess

A Poem by silk

humour

Things just don't add up there's something not right
For half two on a Tuesday this is an unusual sight,
The teachers are all laughing and havin de craic
Mr. Cotter's doin the robot
And so's Mr. Mac,
Mr. Doyle's walking backwards, sayin hello as he leaves
Miss. Flynn's disco dancing like she just popped ten E's,
Mr. Harris has lost it, has his tie round his head
Thinks he's an Indian with his face painted red,
Principal Woods is tryin to fight it, has got his back to the wall
His eyes are like saucers, but his minds on the ball,
He knows this is all wrong, and someone better confess
To spiking the tea in the teachers mess.