Short Headmaster Poems
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Students escaping classes was always a problem. Yesterday, the headmaster caught Herpes on the corridor.
*From Mr. Bean*
September 17, 2023
Short Poem
Morning Thoughts On Past
Miracle Man
6/15/2024
A persons past can never be altered or erased,
But it can be our headmaster as we move ahead.
It can prevent past footprints from being retraced,
providing good decision making for us to embed.
With my students I discussed the other day,
the famous line "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may."
Then after the prayer, with which our school day closes,
I heard the headmaster ask, "Anyone know what happened to my roses?"
And giggling to myself, I thought, "No effing way!"
Chase the leather
Lads. Keep the wickets
Lads. Love your mum
Lads. Be strong
Lads. Don’t cry
Lads. Be healthy
Lads.
Obey your headmaster
Lads. Listen to the bobby
Lads. Listen to the government
Lads. Look down the sights
Lads. Don’t reveal your position
Lads.
Be silent
Lads. Die in anonymity
Lads. Drag the dead bodies
Lads. Dig your hole
Lads. Grasp your hair
Lads. Eat the soil
Lads. Never come back
Lads.
I'v had so many teachers from whom
i'm blessed
I cannot say a human is my best
But one i really must showcase
My teacher makes me feel like i'm
reserving my best
Encourages me to pull out that part i
hide deep down
Unknown to most he can be a clown
Although he seems very much like a
stern headmaster
With his trousers held up on his belly
And his outrageously big glasses
I dread the day we'll part
For this teacher there will always be a
place in my heart.
My family is like one big gigantic school
My dad is the headmaster, who is stable and keeps every running well
My mom is a teacher who its her duty to teach and correct everyone
My sister is like the new girl in school, whose its too shy to anything
My brother is like the cool kid in school, strong, has many friends and isn't afraid
to speak his mind
I'm like the youngest in school, small but with a strong mind, independent like a
single rose flower surviving in a little vase
Form:
When will I understand protection is a unconscious mutation
Feeding off a unmanned ego while angels and demons cause aberration
The scab is bleeding and sliding off into the depressing depot of allegation
Ugly, still hiding below the repressing master of acclamation
Breathe in the fresh air of the depressive headmaster
Clinical and brash he has the mind of a succubus
Cleave out the abrasive control with my mind racing faster
Urgent to a brainwashed child, a testimony to torment
Everyone remembers it -
the little ones, that first day there;
for parents, that place where
the kids come out, and people chat.
Teachers too look back - that sign
of each young bud about to bloom -
but also they recall the room
that they met Matthew, the first time.
You brought an eloquence and grace,
and thoughtfully applied the rules.
For leadership in fire and flood, you'll
Always have a special place
in our community and school.
Some things when gone, you can't replace.