The lout stands out boldly proud in school crowd
He shows his skills with folding blade that kills
Mr Brown wears a frown, "That bastard kid's back in town."
His class disrupted, the world corrupted.
Mr Smith he calls, both will act tall.
"I'm searching you, it is allowed."
They try to pull him from the crowd.
"Geroff, you buggers, wot's mine is mine."
Attempt to search for hidden shiv,
He's small and quick, won't let them live.
Two searchers stare blind at cloudless sky.
"Told you sods I'd make you die."
Crowd slips away fondling own tools
Of protection from bladeless teaching fools.
Staff room braces for the news
"You can search for knives but stay in twos.".