Chalk On The Wall Poem by Edwin Hopper

We scribbled a note for us kids to pass.
Sometimes it would go all round the class

Back in the day we stole a piece of chalk
To cover a red brick wall with our talk

Yes of course it's true. Susie loves Paul.
See, look. Its chalked right there on the wall

Also true, scratched on a play ground brick
The school head teacher Mister Smith is thick

Mister Smith the head teacher likes a bet
We think posh Susie must be teachers pet

It was so harmless. Utterly childish.
Just kids play, making up total rubbish

Ah, now. Put that lie on the internet
You say Posh Susie is mister Smiths pet.

Not chalk on a wall. It's Broadcast world wide.
Mister Smith himself has no where to hide.

It gets worse. Mister Smith then loses his wife.
And bullied Posh Susie, takes her own life.