Night Owl posted down the board,
In a poem full of fun,
That principals are questionable,
School boards hire anyone.
I'm not one to disagree here,
That is not my role,
The virtues of being a principal,
Instead I shall extoll.
Punishing kids all and sundry,
For non-existent sins,
Giving them multiple detentions then,
Getting them to clean the bins.
Yelling at them for the wrong clothing,
Out of school uniform,
Spitting on them as I speak,
With breath like chloroform.
Parading down the halls so proudly,
Like a peacock on heat,
With my out of fasion cartoon tie,
And pants with a shiny seat.
But you can count on me in a crisis,
I've the guts of a horse,
When the going gets tough you can find me,
Battling on the golf course.