There are some teachers with slouchy backs,
Always laughing and smiling.
But their bellies are like Santa-sacks,
Gluttonous, sensual pleasures down-gulping.
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Then, there are some teachers with ram-rod backs.
Always frowning and complaining,
“Other’s discipline’s way too slack!”
On the verge of advocating caning.
Then, there are some teachers with chubby necks,
Living happily free from tension,
But their condos are well bedecked
With the many fruits of superannuation.
Then, there are some teachers with bony necks,
Deathlike deprivation enduring,
Gone mad while alone on winter track,
Thoughts looped ever on self-loathing.
And then, there are some teachers who self-reflect,
Adjusting with wise moderation.
To them I give my deepest respect.
They’re truly worthy of reverential salutation.