Loathsome Lesson

"What is God?" the teacher said,
And all the pupils wished her dead;
Jesus forget, God forgive,
It wouldn't be right to let her live.

Like a mouse in a crowd,
Miss Coleslaw gibbers aloud
The religion which could send you to an early pit,
It's called, "what-a-load-of-fucking-bullshit!"

Like a blinding light she grabbed the blind,
Snatches a pupil and rams it up his behind;
The pupils' reactions are quick, not slow,
They tossed her out of the open window.

On the way down she fell like lead,
When she reached the ground, she was half-dead.
As she got up, she ran up the stairs,
Where she found all the pupils throwing their chairs.

As blood trickled onto the floor,
She was slammed against the door,
White shirts splashed with bloody stains,
Books were thrown through the window pane.

The Rector rams in, raging like a lion,
"What's all this noise I hear?
This is not some kind of celebration:
This is Religious Education!"

All of a sudden the wall caved in,
In its place three tanks rolled in
"Do you know the way to Bosnia?" the sergeant cried,
"No, not I!" the teacher sighed!