Proud Destiny
Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3579 reads)"Young man, a noble part you play
To mould the mind of youth
To guide it on the starry way
Of Wisdom and of Truth . . ."
S spoke that old, fat-headed fool,
The Chairman of our School.I wish he had my class to teach
Just for a single day;
I don't think he would want to preach,
But rather want to pray.
And count the avocations curst
A teacher's is the worst.I put my dreary books away,
My head is like to split;
Tomorrow is another day,
I must prepare for it:
A pile of essays to correct,
Till bedtime, I expect.My boys are little beasts, I know;
They hate me more or less;
I wield the cane with vigour, so
They've reason I confess.
Their grubby minds I grimly cram
To pass a fool exam.Oh! Could I quit this life tonight
And live a lusty spell;
To be a man to wench and fight
And raise a ruddy hell!
Alas! I haven't even spunk
To go and get me drunk."Young man," said he. "your part is proud
To shape the dreams of Youth."
. . . Oh! How I wish one of my crowd
Had proved his saying sooth,
And with a sling-shot pinged his ear -
I would have laughed, I fear.
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