School Child and Disciplining Belt
Its wound an ugly welt
And its pains deeply felt,
A school child shall again melt
At the sight of A Disciplining Belt…
The child could his teacher user stalk,
As he tries to home calmly walk
To with him achieve a rude talk,
Now that he isn’t in class with chalk…
The kid who had down knelt
And was with a belt
Lashes dealt
Would want a thing to melt
In the teacher user of the belt…
Him trace to South Africa’s Veld.
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