Late Out Of Class

Thud Thud,
Thud Thud,
We sound like race horses stampeding the ground.

Tick Tock,
Tick Tock,
We all watch the clock.

Ring Ring,
Ring Ring,
We all run out,
Bags to our sides.

Slam.
The last door closes as the last pupil leaves.

Now,
At this time of the day,
The only people around,
Are the teachers,
With face aches,
Detention prone kids wander the corridors,
Looking for something to stir up,
And nerds,
Glasses forever being pushed up snobbishly,
Books in their arms...

I used to be late out of class,
I was a nerd,
But now I'd rather get home,
To see my mates.

So do me a favor,
Don't be bad,
Or a nerd,
Get home,
See your mates.