Balloons [1]

Miss West was Head of Lower School
Queen of all she surveyed, almost.
Pushing on a bit by then, radiant,
well she was deeply in love with Bill.

Welsh and with a beautiful singing voice,
yet her voice of authority was shrill,
a strangled constricted sort of sound.

That Thursday morning, she came to my room.
Excuse me, Mr Flavin, I need to speak
with 3FV:

"Yesterday, on the way back from games,
the coach had to stop at a garage,
the one just outside Gorsefield.
While the coach, with this school's pupils,

was there, a contraceptive machine
was broken into and the contents stolen.
As pupils of this school, you should be
ashamed of yourselves." And at this point
her voiced hitched up a notch or two:

"That was a very stupid thing to do -
You - you - can choke on those things!
Thank you, Mr Flavin."

Thank you, Miss West.