Parents could contact Director
Or him skip for The Inspector,
A Child Deviant for Hot Iron,
His strokes like African lion...
Assignment once in a long while;
Things that simply promote his style
But how does he go that much length:
An Asthmatic won’t dare for strength?
With his rebuffs of inhaler
That could increase his wahala?
Long speeches he rates as Teaching,
A settling for Fine-Tuned Preaching;
A voice rather An Awkward Blare,
A close listener to just stare…
He moves body with Strength rare,
More than Normal Human should spare;
A complete rejection of tact
While driving home a point or fact;
As he forswears Moderation:
An odd chap in my profession
FIVE
She carries the repentant over the floss…
As little children, wrapped in swaddling clothes,
She comforts them and helps them bear their loss
As gently as a shadow, so she goes…
Forgives the one who stole her golden coin,
Forbears to hurt the bullies who hurt her,
Forswears revenge, invites them all to join
Her in a jolly round-dance, ‘neath a fir…
For Heaven is a happy place where all
Our slips, and stabs, and slurs, and stares lie down,
Forgotten, while we deck the merry hall,
And everyone forgets to wear a frown!
And so, arrive the sojourners at last
To join the angels in joyful repast!