I sat behind you every day
Our classroom was a stifling place in summer
Winters freezing, no heating in those days.
So we looked to you for entertainment.
And you delivered every day,
Over the years you became expert
In deception, lies, ridicule.
You broke the monotony of the humdrum
Tired teachers, overworked syllabi
No one ever believing algebra was useful.
Bits of paper in the air, a snide comment
A useless question to complement a useless lesson.
You never tired; you were a constant in my day.
We called you Heckle, you were good at that
Even though you copped your fair share of the cane
Delivered by frustrated teachers in a frustrating system.
It took me years to discover
You were the Wayne plastered across the news
The criminal, public enemy number one
Feared by one and all.
But I knew you, remembered you clearly
The day I found you crying
Stuck in the toilets, distraught
On learning from a teacher your mother had died.
Written for: http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/Sunday June 6