errr..Mrs Blue

The brothers Blue
With sunny shoes
And sister, I’d like to abuse
Wouldn’t, make the news
It’s no excuse
Not in a horrible way
I’d love to lust and whoo
Cause, really, she would trust me too
Known her a while
She, taught me, "true".
In high school when she brought me through.
Detention, Friday afternoon.
My pleasure.
Loved to watch her close.
An attractive teacher, with a tribal rose.
A stud piercing, left side of her nose.
Sometimes id peek, right down her blouse.

Rumor had it, she the promiscuous type.
She’d encouraged Dave’s ability to read and write.
I didn’t believe the rumors and I didn’t believe the hype.
At seventeen I promised me, I’d make her my wife.
 
Left school, college years.
Dave discovered beer.
One night on the piss.
Told Dave my true fear.

“Miss Err. Miss Blue”

Miss, the one who helped you.
I’m gonna marry, that’s what I’m gonna do.
Dave told me to “fuck off,” and just laughed.
Seventeen more vodkas, I left Dave on his arse.
 
University, and now I’m with Anna Marie.
Really, really like her but she just, puffs weed.
Bar far the greatest artist I’ve ever seen.
Only her heads stuck up her arse

“I swear she keen, but half lean.”

Can’t do them things because the weed doesn’t agree.
And now I have my own vice, a single malt whisky. 

Now two years qualified.
First year, great.
Only, too much marking and I’m often late.
Can’t really complain, I’m a teacher I made it.
Year eight tutor, but I’ve no time for dating.

Week off sick, the kids and there germs
“Dirty little bastards.”
Apparently id earned.
So I concur yet I can’t confirm.
Agency cover staff November last year.
When I’d been sick the school had hired some prick
“O well, fucking hell, glad for exit’s.”

Ricks a big kid, year ten.
He knows tricks.
If you want to know a thing, just ask Rick.
 
“Rick mate”, when I was sick mate.”
“Who exactly, covered those few dates?”

“Not such sir, Miss err sir, kinda old, but a really kinda ov fit bird.”
“The truth Sir, I’d say she’s more you, Sir.”
“Miss sum kinda colour, Miss Blue Sir.” 

Quarter to seven, I’m already running late.
Today I’ll park near school, at the Garden Gate
Good pub nice grub.
And if I finish on time.
Ill pop over, have a scotch.
A well-deserved unwind.

“Shit, that old hag.”
Receptionist, already here.
I’ve arrived minutes late and I can already hear.

“Moring Mr. Cooper, late as ever. Patronizing".

The voice I hear this morning
Has my blood pressure rising.
 
“Moring Miss Blue,”
“Do you remember Mr. Cooper?”

 “Ohh my, How you have grown up.”

 That moment, yes I knew her. 

We started with detention.
That evening, Garden Gate.
Not exactly my intention
Being late, that day was great.
Also did I mention, that I believe in fate?
History is history.

"Pass the knife."
“May I offer you, wedding cake?”
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#LoveyouMrsErrMrsCooper