here's a poem about an old school teacher it's called samson i had an english teacherthat wasn't very handsome he didn't have any hair his name was mr samsonhe drove a red cortina he called it mr bevin he said lads i am a socialist and i'll never go toheaven he showed us how to write he showed us how to read he said ralphie you're dyslexic sondon't ever try to spell ithe told us that we should laugh through life don't let the buggers grind you down he saidthe greatest evidence of this was following billericay townyouhe showed us how to roll a fag he showed us how to place a bet he saidthe nhs is our greatest achievement whatever the cost whatever the debt he said lads let's put ourback into it there's dignity in hard work he told us of the days of the dead lifting the bodies upfrom dunkirk he said helping a friend in need is so much better than chasing money if we live ina world ofunconditional love there'll be days of milk and honey and now i'm over 60 years old i try andpractice what he taught i am a man of principles never bartered never bought you see i had thisenglish teacher he wasn't very handsome he was the strongest man i've ever met thank god for mrsamsonyou