Old smoke stacks are burning
Their last coals of the day
The fires will be allowed to die out overnight
In the morning the kiln doors will be broken open
The class will express wonderment
Congratulate each other
On their various works of art
The art teacher will ache
For the student teacher’s vase
She’s here on placement
Teaching history
History shows he will have his way
The class of 67 will tease her
She will break down in tears
The students will join forever friends
Form an internet community
The lustful liaison will bear fruit
Miss Kelly will push Mr Ward
In his wheelchair
Along Brighton promenade
He will have a hand made rug on his lap
A sensitive placement
Their vase, not unlike history
Their vase will not be broken
