The First Day Back

The first day back, ay bitter cold it was.
And I tho' rugged and wrappered was a-cold,
Like boilèd spinach, was the playground grass,
Yellow our boots, y-clogged with goosey mould.
Malarious vapours over Goosey rolled.
Stale bread, bad butter, filled  our  hungry  maw, 
Damp were the sheets, huddled  in  frousty  fold, 
Loud forcèd laughter shook  the form  room floor 
And pale and pinchèd boys peered down the corridor.