Hump Day Poetry – Week 13 – The Principal

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It’s three in the afternoon

At the end of a long day.

Demands getting greater

Staff not complying

Students breaking out

Parents constant complaining.

He contemplates his office clock

Another twenty minutes he thinks

Then the hordes will rush out the gates

The staff will go home

He’ll have some peace and quiet.

Then he remembers its Wednesday

Hump day drinks in the staff room.

A welcome relief mid week.

He thinks about the red in his bottom drawer,

Already he can taste the flavours

His tongue salivating at the prospect.

With the red in one hand

He makes his way to the staffroom.

Already there are a few teachers there

Sampling the cheese and biscuits.

He pops the cork, pours himself a full glass

Settles in with his fellow teachers,

Their discussion allowing him to forget

The workload he knows awaits his return.

 

Written for: https://ionanerissa.wordpress.com/2016/05/04/hump-day-poetry-week-13/

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8 Responses to Hump Day Poetry – Week 13 – The Principal

  1. kalabalu says:

    getting energized

  2. Lori Carlson says:

    Awesome poem, Michael.. I would need that red too! *laughs*

  3. Lyn says:

    Teachers and principals are, in the main, very underrated. I know, two of my kids (youngest daughter and her husband) are both primary school teachers. They have my admiration…especially as they have five children of their own aged 2 to 14 🙂

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