As the teacher walked into his class space
Be spectacled and studious as is only right
Could one imagine now how to keep apace
Demanding due attention, and sapping the might

Enough of this chatter! His booming voice came
Flouncing as he entered, with mouths all agape
Grabbing attention, he knew well his game
Held them all rapt, as he whipped off his cape

Inculcation said he, is the reason for this season
Just as for youth, the years are to learn
Kindy to Senior, yet to some ‘ seems like treason
Lost is the time as the years skip by, you yearn

Mighty is the word much more than the sword
Nigh is the time, for the fond backward glance
Only you can learn, but wisdom’s not to hoard
Plenty is the chance, for your learning to dance

Question one, said he, a twinkle in his eye
Reading is your set work, reading is for school
Schooling helps you get work, now complete the rhyme
Tantalise the reader, but always stay within the rule

Utilise your language now compose by new degree
Vindicate your reasoning, convince us why it’s so
Write my students write, compose your best decree
Xesturgy* after first draft, refine till prose will glow

Youth will always create as creativity, sighs?
Zoetic** as they’ll be, and to be sure that flies.

*Xesturgy process of polishing
**Zoetic living; vital

I will instruct thee and teach thee
In the way thou shalt go: I will
Guide thee with mine eye.
(Psalm 32:8)