My Favourite Lesson

My physics teacher, Mr. Pendle
Was driving me nuts
I was going mental
I just don't care about types of rocks.
Or biodegradable bleedin' socks.

Me and my mates, had had enough
So we made a plan
That was gunna be tough.

A silent protest sounds easy to you
But boy was it hard
The WHOLE CLASS did it too.

The classroom was silent
But the atmosphere buzzed
Sir stood there talking
His confidence fuzzed.

He began to get shifty
He started to squirm
The boring
Pathetic
Evil
Worm.

The tension built higher
As he asked us his questions
The nerds?
They were worried,
But the silence din't lessen.

Looking back now
It was childish to have done.
But that physics lesson?
The best seen under the sun.