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#‎Day29_MrOracha‬

As he thundered down the hall,
Calling out names from a scroll;
Confusion and turmoil filled the air!
Earthlings scurry away,
Burying they heads in graves
Of blankets and linen, they hid away!
Even the light bulbs felt this tremor
Blinking scared; from white light to something
Nobody cared to shed a light on!
Terrifying!
It was a rollcall!
A daily routine just before bedtime
To ensure all heads are accounted for!
Once a name was called out twice
Kid was too scared, forgot and swallowed his tongue!
I still feel a choke, with that tongue still down my throat
Morning came, chow time beckons
In queues we lined and in silence we observed
The arrival of the one, causing all grounds to tremble!
Go dress up well, he thundered at Alphonce!

His dressing game was ever on the low
Always picking up a fight with mister you know who!
Once he sew a shirt, a cardigan and a tie as one
Just so to evade a pandemonium against his foe!

As we waited for our lesson on rocks to ensue
News came of our tutor’s absence
Wife was rushed to hospital; labor was due!
Temporal replacement!
You guessed right!
Everyone darted to the windows
Not to jump out but to open them wider;
His thundering voice may shutter our ears!
Despite the chilly morning, the windows wide ajar!
On arrival, first impulse, close those windows
You’ll catch a cold! Just leave a few in case anyone
Feels the need to ease off some morning wind!
We thundered in laughter;
As we enjoyed a lesson on obsidian rocks
Alluvial displacement, magma and lava!
Who was this man!
Able to shift from thunder to mister eloquent
In quick-swift and smooth succession,
And rib-cracking dirty humor!?

He defined the fine line between
Firm and fair!
And with flair, he left us no choice
But a standing ovation on his exit
As the bell rang; a shift to lesson two!

©Krv_290616

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