I'm Sure I'm Not Alone In Saying Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm sure I'm not alone in saying
It definitely, was a bit cringe-worthy,
That sex education at school.
Countless faces went pale at the facts, one girl
Who asked to leave class, started crying
Then, another begged and began to heave.
Her eyeballs rolled white in the back of her head
While the eyelids of some angels were firmly agape
There-were-others who roared with laughter
Insensitive arseholes—eyes closed nervous as hell.
The teachers themselves lost all their
Own, decorum and started internally arguing.
By the time anyone gained their self-control
Or got to grips with the subject
The class was over, the last bell sounded
And I went home nonetheless or more, the wiser.

~or~

I'm sure I'm not alone in saying
It definitely, was a bit cringe-worthy,
That sex education at school.
Countless faces went pale at the least facts, one girl
Who asked to leave class, started crying
Then, another begged; stop and began to heave.
Her eyeballs rolled white in the back of her head
While the eyelids of some children were firmly agape
A few others roared with a loud, startling laughter
Insensitive arseholes—eyes then closed nervous as hell.
The teachers themselves lost all their
Own, decorum and started internally arguing.
By the time anyone gained their self-control
Or got to grips with the subject of 'No' means 'No...'
The class was over, the last bell sounded
And I went home nonetheless or more, the wiser
Knowing it would shape my own, imminent behaviour?