The headmaster

poem by: Andrew Shepherd
Written on Mar 02, 2019 

The school as a rule
Has a headmaster
Who’s a fool
He’s loud and he’s aggressive
And at times 
A manic depressive 
Deranged he seems to me
As he jogs upstairs 
With a cup of tea
This man is clearly insane
As my palms sting
From a swish from his cane
I hate rugby under a cold wet sky
Then I get even angrier
When his sports car shuttles by
I hope and pray that he has a crash
A large gargantuan tree
Then his sports car and then smash 
The school under new rule
Had a headmaster
Who was a fool

 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Mar 03, 2019 at 10:21am
I remember that caning off our school headmaster....👨🏻‍🎓...Ouch!...but I did deserve it......good poem Andrew....👍🏻

 

 

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