news of a bull loved dogmatic principal retiring from belmont hills elementary school
quickly spread across collective conscious lower merion district plain like wild fire
with iron (faux paus and no bones) she set disciplinary tenet (with teeth) unspoken rule
prompting this dada to compose this paeon and pluck heart strings o mine invisible lyre
yet despite this no nonsense mien, she earned stripes as one bona fido gem and jewel
who played a pivotal role screening prospective credentials faculty as a suitable hire!

this attempt at my poetic bark a roll to acknowledge the positive imprint from this paw
(particularly upon the lives of eden and shana – me most special two beautiful girls)
fraught with utmost difficulty to encapsulate the positive effect i try with words to draw
compassion toward our family offering priceless tenderness more worthy than pearls
when that fickle finger (of one nada so laughable personal fate) still finds us to claw
against the eddy fuss complex of overwhelming challenges that ceaselessly swirl!

time and again when me deux young lasses in sore wont of impossible to afford need
when said deux daughters attended classes with teachers that seem genuine and fair
thy queen, who sported fiery red hair with apropos temperament whom students did heed
lest any unruly pupil be forced to confront the fur rowed brow and growling glare
evinced ill tiding(s) from any boy or girl who attempted to perform daring devilish deed
quickly learned sobering lesson from the playbook an office visit made crystal clear!

whew lucky for us, that neither the eldest nor youngest progeny tested the steely mettle
of a lady who meant business and adherence to an understandable stern academic code
most often quiet, but subject (when circumstances dictated) to boil like a piping hot kettle
which opprobrium this papa never witnessed, but feels honor bound ms vee did goad
under that aegis countless kindergartners who possibly feared like hansel and gretel
a woman who feigned a halloween mask that hid charming precious mother lode!

curtain call descends and final bow wow mush be sanctioned with these closing praise
that no other principled occupant as head honcho can fill such awesome shoes
e’en if another dominant woman takes the reins wiseacres might git an idea half craze
whether such a child belongs to a family of gentile or jews
unlikely no other person possesses that je ne sais quois intolerance reassuring always
the penalty strike against misbehaving, which game plan JUDY never did lose!

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