Peggy had never been a fighter or a scrapper or such
But she got tired of being teased by a bully named Hutch
He called her names, and pulled her pigtails too
This happened many days in a row, possibly twenty-two
Peggy finally had had it; she gave him as good as he got.
Punched him so hard, his nose released a keg full of snot
The other kids watched in horror; they were terrified of him.
He had already beaten-up Dickie, Tommy, Jerry and Jim.
The teacher had never seen a girl stand up to a bully this way.
When Peggy landed on him, she wanted to yell “hooray”.
But instead, she had to send her to the principal’s office to think.
So, you finally took on Hutch the bully, he said, with a wink.
Wake up teachers
You cannot hide forever
School should not be a cultural battle among teachers
Religion should not be used to rattle our aim!
New and Older teachers do not give yourselves
To those who want to treat you like cattle!
Some possess a mind like a machine
Reject the tricks and the clicks in the staffroom
The greed in their hearts will bleed their
Purpose in the wrong direction!
There are so many male and female witches in the staffroom
Often referred to as female dogs as they try to stitch up
The mouths of others because they want to talk and
Walk in a laughter of deceit—we must defeat their misguided notion!
Wake up new and older teachers
Look at all the students
You sent in the wrong way
Because of your cultural ambition!
Change your mind and change your direction
So that you can have a work and not a job!
Wake up teachers
You cannot hide forever but
For those who hide behind the principal
These words are strictly for you
Copyright 2024
This poem is written for our present principal on her 60th birthday
Title
"Principal I met"
Amidst the transfer gloom,
You made me realise how to bloom.
As in your name,many things you share.
Love and affection shows how you care.
I see an uniqueness
Because you believe in togetherness.
You can read mind
Because you are genuinely kind.
You are no doubt a powerful magnet,
To whom we all get attract.
Strict Administrator
And a vibrant teacher
Qualities i admire
People like you are rare
You are rarest anong rares.
Best wishes
Ketaki
I dread seeing this child on my watch.
He is belligerent and mean.
He yells at me.
He is totally disrespectful.
He yells in my face “send me to the principal!”
Obviously that is the last place I would send him now.
Principal Party
I imagine the story that is possible
With two ladies with bodies like that
Legs like you wouldn't believe
A skirt so short it was awesome
And impossible to say exactly
Where butt muscles began
And where her thigh ones ended
And what boobs on her sis
A bit too big but equally great
Each one a Goddess equal to God
His creations paled into insignificance
The evidence was right here before me
If only you could see or find out
Do I say if I found out or not?
Good question...
Jabo
Nick Armbrister
She introduced herself to the staff as their new vice-principal.
It was not the truth,
Not quite a lie yet either.
In truth, she had
Warned the principal
She was after his job.
The principal did not get to choose
His own staff, and human resources
Had hired and sent him this
maladroit interloper in July.
He knew her quite well by the
Time the rest of the staff arrived
In August.
She was rapidly labelled an
unwelcome fussbudget. In
hours the staff knew to stay away from
her in droves, not listening
to her ravings or keen suggestions
for improvement on their inept performances.
Her most confident area, of course was self-confidence.
She had it in oodles and arches,
And she displayed it
With the skill of
a clumsy peacock, holding an exceptionally casual bull horn.
The last they heard her about her, she had complained to HR that her frustration level was through the roof, they were boobs, and she was leaving.
A little celebration good-bye party was held in her honor two weeks after she left
at the principal's house.
Now who forgot to invite her?
Sometimes, I'd like to believe I can't love her less.
Having her by my side is all I desire as the day goes by
Except death do us part. Of which I know it wouldn't.
Inside her are care and affections; for
Sapphire is her surname and Ruby, her nickname.
Priceless, are her every word and
Relentless are her efforts towards making me smile.
I'd like to think she hides her love in the air
Consciously for me to enjoy alone.
Even in the grave, she is priceless; for
Lo, a paragon of a wife material is she.
Every of her word is not to be taken with levity, 'cause
Strolling into her life and she into yours is a big privilege.
So long as she exists, her love abounds.
The teacher and I sat with the parent, and listened to her excuse story for her boy, Matt.
The son does not do what Mrs. Howlett, the teacher wants, because he is so smart, he is bored, and fat.
His weight makes him do things he shouldn’t do, and his brain is ingenious, that’s a familial fact.
We made eye contact, both recognizing her excuses, and lies, better understanding why the son acts the way he acts.
A man rightly called an Oxymoron
Now is angry, now sad, now happy on
The same thing – he takes piton
To handle us – later I knew tampon.
Anurag is my principal, a true merman
Treats all equally – good or bad of John.
Tried to understand when called upon.
Talking to him is like dealing with silicon.
Full of respect and encouragement shown
For anybody if needed; angry on python
Trying hit him at back. Never confused on
Any topic, asks if not notified – an Amazon
Of Maths flows from him – my Hero, my trigon.
When you are writing a poem
or a book or your name a letter
you must use plenty of flourish
which to me means something
must shine out to be seen
and noticed and remembered
by whomever is reading your creation
Mark Twain said that using
the right word can be compared to
lightning and a lightning bug
The Principal Was Never My Pal
By Elton Camp
The memory aid that the principal is your pal
Distinguishes from principle to each boy & gal
That was a good enough way spelling to recall
But it didn’t fit my view of the principal at all
To me he was nothing but a frightful fiend
Who, when I misbehaved, would intervene
I even tried to avoid meeting him in the hall
Because I didn’t want any interaction at all
To avoid and fear him there was reason why
He always had a most evil gleam in his eye
It was obvious that he took intense delight
In punishing any kid who didn’t act right
Waiting outside the principal’s office door
Was the thing in school I did most abhor
That fellow was never any type pal to me
But an ogre who would give the 3rd degree
An elaborate Fish dish
Served with Lemon, Lime
Accompanied with Sorbet
A Salad Garnish
Butter, Cream, and Bread
Rice, Pasta
Wine!
(This is a true story)
A boy faced racism in his school.
He learned that some people can be very cruel.
One of his patients is black and the other is white.
He was treated worse than a dog and that wasn't right.
His principal told him to his face that he's a mistake.
That was too much for that boy to take.
That man is a moron and I can't believe what he did.
It's wrong to say that to anybody but it's even worse to say it to a kid.
The school board must have been on dope when that principal was hired.
I was mad at first but then I was happy because I heard that he got fired.