Fire
Drill
They asked me to come here this morning To talk of fire drill and the warning That's given just before the time To tell you where to form a line Apparently the rules are there Printed clearly, if you stare On any wall they are displayed But however we are still dismayed (to find they're never quite obeyed) For every stair well in this school And every classroom, there's a rule "State procedure in case of fire" And yet we teachers daily tire Of pupils who do not have time To look at these and read the lines. One such person, sad to say He is not with the school today Decided he did not require Regulations regarding fire He daily passed four separate views That explained procedures used Never once did he design To look upon the obvious sign. And yet this inattentive soul Did not feel he'd missed his goal Knew the system, played his part In fact our friend was just "All heart". Helped old grannies cross the street Took boy scouts out of horses' feet Knew where to buy the trendiest gear And how to "twag" from school all year. However when he came to school He didn't read the golden rule "Where to be when flames consume Your teacher- books- and tutor room." Didn't know the well known tone Thought it was for going home. And sure enough it came to pass When he was "twagging" from the class Went to the toilet for a smoke (an excuse that's used by many folk) |
If
you ever get stuck with the
theme Fire Drill
When bored with this slight
deviation
He went back in for registration Flipped his butt into the bin Regarded by most as a mortal sin. For as he left that cloistered hall The smouldering ash began to fall Upon the plastic tiles below Which very soon began to glow It was not long before the flames Had eaten doors and floors the same Cutting off the entrance halls And creeping quickly up the walls Our friend by this time resumed his place And had not slipped from teacher's grace He'd got his mark and meant to go As soon as the tone was heard - Oh woe A high pitched beeping filled the air He left the class, ran down the stair Came face to face with sheets of flames He thought his eyes were playing games. Tried to run - a quick retreat But the flames were quick, they had him beat Ran screaming through the flame filled halls There was no one there to hear his calls. The rest had left another way They'd stopped to hear the teacher say "Fire drill- all walk, don't run Use the side door- not that one Gather with your tutor there In alphabetical name- order Abbots, Casters, Davies all Answered to the teacher's call Time was now the crucial game Would they find the missing name? Of our friend it's sad but true His name was William Zaradoo Now readers you must all take heed Next time you see a fire list --- READ Don't trust to luck on that fateful day (unless your last name starts with "A") |