A False Step Can Lead To a Fall
Madam Merry, the Principal of the school
Contrary to her name was neither merry nor cool
Igniting sparks of fear, she remained a terror
No wonder, students looked upon her in horror
There was an uncontrollable anger streak
In her genetic makeup! When it reached an all time peak
There was an aura of distressing menace,
Even when she advanced from a distance
She would enter the classroom like a sweeping whirl wind
Causing waves of fear in every child’s mind
Startled by her appearance, children would forget to greet
All their polite manners would then go to the back seat
Besides hot temper, she was puffed up with self conceit
Neither patient nor humble and was far from sweet
If at all she called anyone by the name
Each knew it was to put him/her to shame
Corpulent and blubbery, she weighed a ton
As she walked she wobbled. Watching her was fun.
Rumors ran, this lady banged her ‘hus’
For not responding to her wishes always with a ‘Yes’
Once we children decided to teach her a lesson
That would make her arrogance and haughtiness lessen
We spilled some sticky oil on her way to the class
And in her hurry, slipped on it as on morass
With a loud thud, she fell flat on the floor
And lay unable to move, close to the main door
By the time the other teachers came to her rescue
We children escaped, not giving the slightest clue
Even after years, when I think of Madam Merry
With laughter, my cheeks color like a red cherry!
5. Jan. 2022
Funny Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Natasha L Scragg
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