Lonely Lynda Lockhart🥲

And although she wouldn’t put her hand up, when the teacher asked those questions, she was certainly no fool

But unlike all of the other lasses, who bothered on with boyfriends, she never ever did as a rule

Her role in class was to be that picked on pupil, that was used as a punchbag, as she sat desperately lonely, on the end of that ducking stool

Awww poor little Lynda Lockhart, she only ever wanted one good friend, and she tried her very best

But somehow this went unnoticed, and alas she seemed so different from the rest

Mind you whenever there was any doubt, on who was the victim from the bullies of the day, well she would win hands down, that contest

And looking back on it all today, Oh how she wished that she had confided to somebody about her schooldays struggles, but sadly, she never did get it off her chest

Yet she never ever understood, why she always stood out from the crowd

She was always a good listener, whilst the other girls were extremely loud

And nine times out of ten, her head was floating up like little bursting, bubbles in a cloud