If I could, I would lock rudesby in a room,
I would whack their back with a broom,
Such that my stick sounds vroom,
Fear rings in their head boom,
But that's not precise way to groom,
A righteous teacher wouldn't loom,
The way of truth I'll zoom,
Until with mannerism they'll bloom,
Eventually we have to face our doom.
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A/N : This came out of nowhere from my mind, while I was travelling.
