My Senescent Educator

I chanced on him on my track to school He was baronial and majestic as ever Clothed in his outfit and elongated tunic Clenching in his hand a printed work The nugatory schoolboy in me promptly surfaced As I proceeded towards his enclave vacillatingly Intuited as if I was going to memorize my recitation Was seized with an obstreperous panic In his impeccable demeanor gently my face tapped Unbridled my tongue and my odd reluctance unleashed Stormed: "come on boy I won't your ears pull Nor your butts with quivering hands spank" "Spill the beans,voice what your spirit vexes" This life uttered I diggs in prostrating me Mankind's animosity does all over prevail Besieges our souls and minds assails He drew a lengthy whistling sigh as if to vindicate The diagnosis of a proscribed insurrection Instead gladden yourself to overhaul yours And ahead your home with your broom sanitize As a bonus for his judicious counsel I offered escorting him to his fount And for a while substitute his compliant cane The road was brimmy with hollows and vehiculer conjested "I have,asserted he,operated this road for decades He has never stabbed me in the back nor beguiled Subjected his grass,pebbles and panels to slave for me Please,reconcile with yours,it is waxing harsher ! "