Mr. Wilcox

He shouted out at random,

and he danced upon the desks.

He had an old rusty bugle horn,

that he used on those at rest.

He always played quaint songs,

upon his stereo.

Bugle boy and others

a shout and to the floor we’d go.

Beware the wrong answer,

it’s worse than failing a test.

If you don’t know the response,

then you’re a ‘communist’.

Such things within four walls

that I recall to this day.

Laughter learned, lessons earned,

a teacher who’ll never fade away.

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