Headmistress Poems - Poems about Headmistress

...In the realm of words, where knowledge thrives, Teachers guide with wisdom, where the ink arrives. Enhancing writing, a guiding light they bear, To elevate students, their written tales to share. ......Read the rest...

...The grump got out of a lumpy bed, Slipped on his slippers, scratched his head. Stood on the scales, saw what he weighed, Then made some toast with marmalade. The grump then cycled down the lan......Read the rest...

...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 Delight......Read the rest...

...Three Private school girls went missing at Hanging Rock In 1900 An eerie tragic event Enjoying a planned picnic No one knew what was about to impend Lunch finished, four girls and teacher Deci......Read the rest...

...What lack that lay behind that kiss, fast wiped, when at last dismissed, by schoolchild’s sleeve across his lips? No man or child for home embrace? No gift to give but kiss this face? No touch......Read the rest...

...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 S......Read the rest...

...THE PEANUT BUTTER STRIKE In my last year at school I was made a prefect, Why I don’t know for I was no model scholar But thinking back and taking the time to reflect, I’m happy to have fond me......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...