School Isn'T Something That I'D Repeat Poem by Randy Johnson

When I was a child, I hated the sun because it melted the snow.
When it was all melted, school was where I had to go.
The teachers liked to paddle over the least little things.
When I think about it, bad memories are what it brings.
They paddled the students when they talked.
The hallway was where many kids walked.
One student got paddled because he poured a small pack of salt on a seat.
I'm out of school and believe me when I say it's something I wouldn't repeat.