It’s three in the afternoon
At the end of a long day.
Demands getting greater
Staff not complying
Students breaking out
Parents constant complaining.
He contemplates his office clock
Another twenty minutes he thinks
Then the hordes will rush out the gates
The staff will go home
He’ll have some peace and quiet.
Then he remembers its Wednesday
Hump day drinks in the staff room.
A welcome relief mid week.
He thinks about the red in his bottom drawer,
Already he can taste the flavours
His tongue salivating at the prospect.
With the red in one hand
He makes his way to the staffroom.
Already there are a few teachers there
Sampling the cheese and biscuits.
He pops the cork, pours himself a full glass
Settles in with his fellow teachers,
Their discussion allowing him to forget
The workload he knows awaits his return.