That twenty 14 season
elapsed cream of the crop
which melted
the hearts
of its
shiny teachers

its glittering history
from its
and left
tongues wagging

I salute you
For you had laid bare
your true self

Your softness
had enabled
Penetration of the teacher’s knowledge

Bore that knowledge
which stretched
your minds
to full minds

Oh no!
One amongst the crop
thickened and solidified mind
Never did that brightness penetrate through

Not he an Oaf
He’s only that kind bearing:
Fine words buttering no parsnips
Dull was his end but amendable