The Carbolic-Kid

It sat there on the basin

through all our years at School

that little bit of rock hard soap

for which,there was no call......

That wrinkled-red-Carbolic-block

bewildered and confused

as-us-lot never washed our hands

so-the-thing was never used......

'though,once a piece was broken off

and a new-kid who was starting

was made to eat the little lump

then got caned for too-much farting.......

When-we-came-back from the holidays

a new-term,all the stress

it had some green-stuff growing out

which tasted just like Cress!......

That dirty,tiny,bit of soap
stayed -at school ,like us,for years
and that new kid went completely deaf
when they stuck some in his ears

Well,the soap just sat there lonely

as the school-years dragged on by

but that new-kid hadn't forgotten

the boy who made him cry......

And one day on the playing field

with that boy laid on the grass

the carbolic-kid,with his powerful lens

burnt a sunbeam on his arse.........