Best Headmaster Poems

We were kissing behind the bike sheds 
The future Mrs Bronte and I 
Get yourselves up to see the head 
We heard our teacher cry.
The...

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In this year 2016 the 1st week in August, I had occasion to speak with a Christian headmaster, the spiritual aspect dominated the conversation, I...

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This is a Crown of Sonnets I wrote about one of my favorite books and movies (the version in 1943 with Liz Taylor, who was...

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Chase the leather
Lads.  Keep the wickets
Lads. Love your mum 
Lads.  Be strong 
Lads.  Don’t cry 
Lads.  Be healthy 
Lads.

Obey your headmaster
Lads....

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It’s back to school, hip hip hooray
I’m so glad to be back today
I’ve got my bag and all my books
And practiced intellectual looks

Today’s first session...

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With her very shapely thighs
And her nice firm bum
I can’t keep my eyes
Off my best mate’s mum
We could have fallen out
But we’re getting on fine...

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There was once an inflatable school
With a blown up boy as a fool
     Then one day he came in
  ...

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Sitting in the classroom
Staring through half-closed eyes
Your voice is surrounding me
A lover in disguise

Your fingers lace through mine
Forbidden, what a rush
And to think that just...

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We walked slowly along the busy road
My tiny hand slipped into yours 
I clung tightly on to you
Whilst my sister skipped off with her friends

My...

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They sit gossiping 
around on chairs
Under shady walnut
Sh! Sh! Backbiting! 
Abusing! Loud laughing…
having fun!
A proud young man 
newly appointed
Abused his pupils in 
anger
When I in...

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All the teachers were basically horrible,
each could be placed on sliding scale of 
horribleness….thus;
1.	(the worst) Complete ****
2.	Largely a ****.. with a degree of reserve
3.	****
4.	Headmaster’s toady...

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It happens when you’re debilitated, laid-up, sick; 
random images, memories 
coalesce within the unoccupied reason of your mind.

Maybe you have a memory, standing on a...

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Is this the school of metaphysics, 
The nullifier of ontology? 
The diluter of pluralism,
 The supporter of monotony? 

A description of the virtues, 
Depends on...

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We have a weird teacher in our school
everybody knows he is a fool

He doesn't know to teach
neither he knows to preach

His handwriting we can’t follow
But...

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I'v had so many teachers from whom 
i'm blessed
I cannot say a human is my best
But one i really must showcase
My teacher makes me feel...

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