Primary Days
My teacher was a grimalkin
Used a yard stick for discipline
When I went up to the blackboard
I was scared my manner torrid
Had no use for my opinion
My teacher was a grimalkin
With thick gray hair and beady eyes
She was a monster in disguise
After school she kept pupils late
For din-din, I was sure she ate
My teacher was a grimalkin
“Detention!” she’d yell with a grin
Those days are gone and in the past
My nightmares put to rest at last
I’m the one that’s now instructing
My students call me a grimalkin.