Principal Poems - Poems about Principal

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...

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In the ballroom of education, a waltz unfolds, Teachers and principals, partners in this dance. Teacher 1, a strict metronome: "Peter, your steps are a puzzle, undefined. Chart your path, let your footprints show, How you twirled from start to crescendo." Teacher 2, a gentle breeze: "John, your pirouette, a burst of spring! Let this blossom of creativity Bloom further, paint the stage with...

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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 tricks and the clicks in the staffroom The greed in their...

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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 can read mind Because you are genuinely kind. You are no doubt...

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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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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...

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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 how I endure it. The game, the shame, the Pain and...

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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 Millennium yule, Helps problems disappear quickly like fuel. With keen observation picks...

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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 putting her feet down, so you did not hear her coming...

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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 interloper in July. He knew her quite well by the Time the...

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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 nickname. Priceless, are her every word and Relentless are her efforts towards...

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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 do, and his brain is ingenious, that’s a familial fact. We...

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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 to him is like dealing with silicon. Full of respect and...

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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 to lightning and a lightning bug...

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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 corners her. He whips and whips the weeping non-plussed girl till the...

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