Bottom Of The Heap Poem by Len Webster

Is your teacher very smug?
Does he care about you?
Is he a she or a bit of both,
A budding captain or one of the crew?

Is he living in a paper house
Showered with fluff and fluster?
Does he scuttle like a mouse
Or like a cleaner with a duster?

Does he hold his head up high
Or droop and look discontented?
Do you hear a frequent sigh
And feel the smile has yet to be invented?

All these questions roll up into one:
Is your teacher very smug
Or is he just a broken mug?