Perhaps that's a good place to stop!
Happy Xmas everyone.
‘Twas the day before term ends, when all through the school
Not a pupil was stirring, on chair or on stool.
The children were nestled all snug by their desks
And some of the teachers were taking a rest.
When out in the playground there rose such a clatter
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew in a flash
And heard something fall with a bang and a crash.
The lights from school windows shone on the yard
Where something had fallen and fallen quite hard.
Yes, what to my wondering eye should appear
But a basket and a man with a beard.
The basket was fixed to an enormous balloon
That had come down to earth a little too soon.
And there in the basket with a bump on his head
Was someone we knew: the Man From OFSTED.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricanes fly
And descend to the ground out of the sky,
So his balloon had lost height and fallen to earth!
“It’ll be in Special Measures!” we chuckled with mirth.