The Block

The 6^th form block a special place,

Reserved for the very best,

Meant for work but used for play

But the teachers don’t complain

A new year comes, the old one goes,

But one thing stays the same,

The groups that form every time

6 groups that never change.

The first is the tough guys,

The think the gym’s their home,

Flirting with every girl they see,

But still love a cup of tea.

Then there are the girly girls,

There make up’s always out,

Talking every chance they get,

They’d love a cute and fluffy pet.

Next come the smart kids,

The love their maths and science,

They’d never bunk or break a rule,

They practically live for school.

The fourth group is the loudest,

The popular kids are here,

Talking about all kinds of junk

And always getting drunk

Let’s not forget the jokers,

Laughing all the time,

Always smiling and ever the clown,

You’ll never see them frown.

The quiet group is last,

The masters of disguise,

They may be shy but still have fun,

They never seem to run.

These groups seem very different,

But they’re all the same.

No walls exist, we’re all the same

Within our awesome 6^th form block

Where jokers laugh with shy kids,

And the smart kids teach the drunks.