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