The Viewing Of Me

Look at them, looking at me

In neat little rows, my classmates you see

Dutifully diligent, their heads well raised

Backs rigidly straight, hands folded not lazed

In disdain or amusement, anticipating they stare

I laugh in silence amidst their glare

The aisles he walks, his back to me

Mr. Strict is the name, I gave him with glee

Clacking and clattering, his yardstick is waved

From desktop to desktop, not a one is saved

With the whipping stick's swish, my classmates he scares

Alone I await what wicked fates he dares

Strict he is, but what did I do?

"Nothing," I say. "Something," Says you.

Hands on my head, before all who would peer

For the sake of nothingness, one is not here

Consider my choices and the chances I take

Can you safely assume there has been a mistake?

Could it be gum, I left on the floor?

Stuck to his shoe, Strict would roar

Or perhaps it was his lecture I did disrupt

Were my insights untrue and unduly abrupt?

Am I a victim, the object of vengeance so undeserved?

Or do you believe, justice is here and soon to be served?

Horns or a halo, what do you say?

Proof my hands hide, each and every way

In shadows of darkness I so easily conceal

Wings of feather or a fiendish tail's zeal

Truth is mine and it I will keep

Say what you will, but I am in too deep

The reasons of why matter not at all

I am here for a point and it is not to stall

Smiling through this frown is not a disguise

It is only the view seen through your eyes

But be it laughter or tears soon to be heard

I promise you this, I will have the last word

The moment approaches and so does he

His eyes are fixed and staring at me

With flicks of his wrist, the yardstick still waves

A response I could give, yet my finger behaves

Containing excitement, I hold this pose

Near as he comes, my eyes do not close

Options he has and he considers them well

Every tool of his trade has a story to tell

A choice in paddles, leather or wood

Solid or holed, he knows they are good

Straps seem benign until they are swung

Notice you will take if they have a split tongue

The time is now, there is nowhere to flee

Will he bend me in half over his knee?

Over a desk, he could force me to lay

My skirt is too short, will he take it away?

Bottoms are bared, this truth I know

Will you watch my cheeks as they begin to glow?

Strict he is and strict is his game

Even upside down it is all the same

His strokes fall fast and even in spread

This bottom and face must certainly be red

My top slips up with nothing left to conceal

Your wandering eyes have sealed the deal

This naughty one knows, this naughty one sees

As bad as I am, no one disagrees

We all are aware in this I am bold

The silence I keep, I have never told

But you are the ones bad to the bone

And yes this truth, I have always known