The Principal's Office

The Principal’s Office

I sat in the principal’s office
Awaiting my fate’s outcome
I needed to elevate myself
To be smart instead of dumb

I had tried to mimic my principal
A task that quickly went awry
Complete with the ranting and raving
And now I wish I could die

Son, he said coming into the room
Why do you piffle your time?
To make fun of your dear principal
I beseech you, use your mind

I knew it would not be that easy
He didn’t plan to just talk
And when this session was complete
There would be a change in my walk

This was clear because he came prepared
He had Old Thunder in hand
That ole hick’ry paddle of legendry
Striking terror in both boy and man

I could not give him a reason
For my actions on that day
So I bent over and prepared myself
For what my rear would have to pay.