The principal

There was a man I had known,
For a very long time.
He had the deepest frown,
Never ever did he smile.

Walked every corridor,
Visited each class.
He had the perfect metaphors,
His knowledge was vast.

Even the teachers were sceptical,
Of joking about him,
For he was the angry principal,
And others were underlings.

He had a sharp eye,
Nobody can escape.
Don’t try to hide,
He will find your mistakes.

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