Sandra Martyres - Punished

Tears rolled in rivulets
Down his grubby little face
A punished school boy
Standing in disgrace
His only fault
If it could be so called
Was his inability
To correctly spell
A fault that did not go well
With his school teacher
A strong believer in
The merits of the age old theory
That sparing the rod
Always spoilt the child
So he did just that
In the fervent hope that
His student would remember
That pain always followed
Every spelling memory lapse
Little did he realize
That all he had succeeded
In doing was scarring
The young child and
Developing in him
A fear of the language
And the School Master

Sandra Martyres

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