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