Best Principal Poems

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...

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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...

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The grumpy principal athwart the class
is walloping the learner ad infinitum
with his computer cable,
and screeching his lungs out
his wrath and his tranquilities;
he says she’s late for school yet again.

Madly she pulls across the desks;
pleads for pity in pigsty floors,
whilst he despite his heavy paunch
chases and...

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(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...

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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...

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He walks around with his nose pointing upward in the air
With calculating eyes that are so fearful, mouth moving from side to side and a tongue that keeps twisting around the things that are profound. Nonsensical words are constantly dripping from his lips
Only heavens know...

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An elaborate Fish dish
Served with Lemon, Lime
Accompanied with Sorbet
A Salad Garnish
Butter, Cream, and Bread
Rice, Pasta
Wine!...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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Marvellous Monika Madam
Millennium, asylum of powerful persons in school. 
One of the inspiring personalities in its tool
Is Monika madam with her luring qualities skillful:
Smile, courage, oratory adroitness beautiful.
Full of compassion, knowledge, craft and rule
For betterment of the institution in whirlpool.
She strives always in her own...

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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...

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She wore a skull on her belt, but it was small
And it did not have hair on it or flesh, 
so the parents thought it was a faux skull.
But it was the real deal, just shrunken afterwards

She walked the halls in a weird way, 
without...

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