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SCHOOLDAYS

Schooldays are a garden growing wild

Bushy shrubs busy in a playful child

A mansion with many rooms, a palace

For a game of chess set up in good pace

Be the pawn prince calling the shot

Just need a pen, paper and an ink pot.

Write well and please the school master

Lie true to him, confess all to the pastor

Polish the chalice shiny for holy wine

Kneel at the altar, pray sweetly divine

Help the good padre run his godly race

In confession box take his priestly place.

Hear the sins of ones not so my friends

Hold them at ransom, favors without end

Siphon donations from the church retreats

Give the hungry and beggars a fuller treat

Kind to the vagrants and the poor dullards

Out of school to roam, well remembered.

Strict but humble is the school master

Striding along with his feather duster

Tilted tipsy house on stilts he duly resides

To ward off the flooding from the riverside

His stern look portrays his predicted mood

Good humor when he is out of the woods.

Learned poetry he drills by wits and skill

Reciting three hundred verses for the kill

Honorably well, swells me on to persevere

Respect sweeps my breast to fully endear

Stern, bent hot on hell but he is truly kind

Firm discipline begets a future in mind.

It hurts him harshly pushing us to the slog

Result speaks for itself as an obedient dog

A short man with the fullest head I know

An encyclopedic library therein to show

A true mentor even to a truant untold

A fine example of love that I duly enfold.

S P O K E N W O R D 💞💘

S P O K E N W O R D 👸🏾