'Twas one fine mid-July day,
Mine learners didst to me say,
‘We want a movie! Want to view it today',
I agreed, my sixth sense didst me forewarn,
Instinctively knew a thing was bound to go wrong,
Trooped to library, my heart of hearts still did me warn,
No sooner had we settled, to discover didn't take long,
In barged ‘his highness the C.E.O.', thump, wallop! ,
Told the kids ‘Get out, aren't you sppossed to have note-books? ',
Note-books, my foot! For what, thought the teacher,
I, the teacher, didst then perceive,
That this bull, ‘the school C.E.O.', didst a plot conceive,
For me and him to fight and clash,
But, when two ‘bulls' fight, 'tis grass that whimpers.
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