Lofty stature and caring much
Omniglot and super such
Ravishing and robust pure
Dynamic approach sure
Unmatchable talent in thee
Majestic teacher full of glee
Amicable and strong ever
Delighting all classes forever
Enlightening all her endeavor
Valiant academic – a royal gesture
Ingenius and like super cop
Umbrella attitude unto staff
Mindblowing and never does stop
Adept and ardent always on top
Ultimate executive of class
Marvellous woman manners posh
Academic and admin stalwart
Unparalleled and never does hurt
Majestic and magnetic full
A headmistress super cool..!!
Categories:
headmistress, angel, appreciation, art,
Form: Couplet
Ding Dong School
was decidedly uncool
~ unhip even back in the day
Now ding dongs are snacks
Or students, who brains lack
They're always wrong
Those poor ding dongs
"Ding Dong School" aired on
TV from 1952-1956. It was
incredibly "1950-ish." The
headmistress, Miss Frances,
a homely spinster, actually
rang a bell to start each show...
Categories:
headmistress, nostalgia, school, teacher,
Form: Rhyme
CLASSWORK
Still on the chalkboard
Miss Teacher fell like a ply board
As horrible chants hovers
Fear and shock linger all-over
In tears our Headmistress yelled
Uniform man between her thigh led
Exactly break time for Lunch
In separate routes we launch
The school suddenly went ablaze
Behold home too was in ash amaze
Mothers flee their breast attachment
Accompanied with death they went
Homelessness, malnutrition, and loss rained
No wounds I sustained
But the moral wounds still suck
I could recall Miss Teacher's classwork
Find the meaning of the following;
Genocide, massacre, and Holocaust
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Categories:
headmistress, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Sitting over there, with her serious glasses
Her eyes on me, watching my every move
She never smiles, no surprise, as usual
Analysing me for any wrongs
Ready to give me that 'monto'
But all I want is a breather
Categories:
headmistress, fun, memory,
Form: Verse
She floats into the room -
Miss Fannie Lou Nance,
her long black dress
flowing without movement
as though adorning
a mannequin on wheels,
her small hat perched
on her elegant white hair.
A soft black cape warms
her shoulders, highlighting
the lovely broach at her throat
and matching buckle at her waist.
Her manner and tone
takes us back in time
to a gentle image
of life in a golden era,
of gilded edges and fortunes made,
a one way mirror into the past.
Headmistress of Crescent College,
a school for genteel young ladies
fortunate enough to be
bound by rigid rules,
but educated and encouraged
to go forth in life dauntless,
push the envelope beyond the norm,
break the restraints,
lead the way. . .
into a new dimension
Categories:
headmistress, fashion,
Form: Free verse
RAIN AND FLOOD
Raining all through the night,
Mum and Dad kept busy
wading water .
Soon, the flood overflew
the wooden bench we
Sat on. And nowhere was
Safe again. Soon again,
The cock crowed crookedly.
He too was drenched in
Rain and flood.
Daybreak
We must go to School.
We walked through the
flooded Streets, groping
to school.
We couldn't go through
the Pako Bridge.
We turned to the New Bridge.
Standing and looking into
the school, flood was everywhere.
Only the headmistress and the
Teachers groped in the flood
Waving us back home.
Heavily drenched in rain and
Flood, my teeth knocked
In drumbeat against one another,
rhyming with the rains.
All Babies, all children cried,
Walking back home.
My sister strapped me on
Her little back.
Nylon bags, dustbin, human
Waste, animal dung floated on the
Flood.
Amidst staccato of crying voices;
Kids’, children’s,
Adult’s, Africans’…
anarchy was loosed
upon Nigeria
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Categories:
headmistress, rain,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Inside the forest of tall teak trees
Far from the clamor of the town.
At the foot of the green mountain
Where a stream was flowing down.
Sitting on a piece of rock,
And looking at the flow of water.
I was listening to its music,
Enjoying the beauty of the nature.
The serenity and silence was lost
As some kids of a school picnic party,
Sneaked into the stream in sheer delight
And made it muddy and dirty.
A boy pushed the baby from behind.
She got wet and cried.
He then asked her out of fear
“How could it be dried?”
The headmistress when shouted at them
They looked each other for a while.
And rushed out of the water
Hand in hand, exchanging a silly smile.
I looked back at the stream.
The water was already calm and clean.
It’d washed off the dirt out of her heart
For the flow was serene and divine.
Categories:
headmistress, childhood, introspection, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme