The Training by Sandra Stiles
Screechy, nasal and high pitched
We’re not talking about a witch
The speaker here is a trainer
Someone please try to contain her
On and on the speaker drones
We look around with silent groans
She starts to shout and walk around
My head is spinning round and round
How much longer must we suffer
Sitting here is getting tougher
Let me go back to my school
My students are way more cool
They tell me that I must be trained
I must improve my students’ brains
This class is boring as can be
Oh help me, help me, help me please!
The time has come that I may leave
I have learned nothing I believe
They just kept going on and on
And now my brain’s completely gone.
What’s that you ask what have I learned?
I must speak out, it’s now my turn?
I learned to sit and smile a lot
What have I learned? A lot of rot!
I learned to look like I am writing
Sit and act like it’s exciting
Nod my head and tap the keyboard
Was that my neighbor who just snored?
It’s finally over and I may go
Back to my students where I will show
The knowledge that today I gained
That left me breathless and entertained.