There I was in the first period of afternoon
very nervous on my first day at high school
I was called to headmasters office no less
he'd heard of my stammer, hey this guy's cool
I knew about this guy was a former boxer
6 foot 4 strong as an ox no prisoners he took
but to me was gentle, kind and so helpful
wanted me to start speech therapy, I was shook
So started it I did after the school day ends
always be thankful for that guy for his care
though therapy only helped very little
it was a start of my journey I was to dare
Now some three years later my final day
which was in fact not to be really at all
my only day of truant was that last time
for all leavers were to receive their final call
That call for the lads was a shaving kit
to stand among all the school was too much
so much easier never to return to school
always better to go on in life to find my touch
School days formes our characters
through many experiences comes our way
how we react to these marks us through
in our life indeed there will be our stay
Categories:
headmasters, childhood, memory, school,
Form: Rhyme
Dear parents, don't you agree
that you all quite regularly see
Your tiny pranksters shouting loud -
Higher and shriller than they are allowed?
So here's the solution to end all your worries -
When your naughty little poppet stealthily scurries
To make blood-curdling, spine-tingling, uproarious noises,
Just scare them to silence with their headmasters' voices!
Categories:
headmasters, humor,
Form: Rhyme
It's ecstasy without the pill
alarm lights flashing 69
Tarzan Lord of jungle fever
the taste of sweet nectar!
Foreplay of the gods
slippery when wet
I gaze upwards
lust devours you.
Such a lovely garden
I love your comfort food
you the naughty schoolgirl
in my headmasters office.
Your sighs and moans
rise to the heavens
carrying aphrodisiac scent
from your lovely pollen!
~ ~ ~ ~
Categories:
headmasters, chocolate, desire, lust,
Form: Free verse
There was once an inflatable school
With a blown up boy as a fool
Then one day he came in
With a packet of pins
This ass was more like a mule
Around the playground he simply deflated
His bad antics left him elated
The headmaster had seen
This blown up boy being so mean
His anger was so underrated
To the headmasters room he was called
Knowing well he's in for a fall
You have let everybody down
Balloon boy your a clown
Disgusted, I'm darned well appalled
* This is based on the joke at the end of a programme called the *
~ Vicar of Dibley ~
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-4.php
Categories:
headmasters, funny
Form: Limerick