by Nick Gisburne
It’s come to my attention you are dead
But that is no excuse for being late
Your contract, which I’m sure you must have read
Demands a written reason for your fate
Although you’ve only worked here for a while
This really isn’t good enough at all
We like our staff to go the extra mile
Which doesn’t cover bleeding in the hall
We’ve had a few complaints about the flies
Your murder must be when it all began
I know you weren’t expecting your demise
But don’t be quite so gloomy, if you can
You’ve always been a model teacher, true
I wouldn’t tell the class if I were you
