That twenty 14 season
elapsed cream of the crop
which melted
the hearts
of its
shiny teachers
Awakening
its glittering history
from its
slumber
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