Stand Up, Bobby Poem by John Sensele

Stand up, lad, gladden not
To jump on bandwagon of a dragon
When a sudden spurt squirts hot
Water to wipe away virtue from paragon.

Stand up, lass, don't land
Chin, face and nose into quagmire
Headlong if your adrenalin gland
Urges fight or flight, none to admire.

Stand up, apprentice teacher, draw up
Schemes of work and lesson plans for a term
When the sun shines and Teaching Council big wigs tap
Your shoulders, demanding lesson plans to eradicate a malpractice germ.

Stand up, bobby, beware of a bribe
A motorist sneaks under your helmet
As in Anton Pavlov's style you ascribe
Saliva flow to a teacher's pet recently you met.