I did figure out that I was writing about my principal who was a humorous, popular guy.
Now the poem is pretty dumb. It's a nonsense poem. This is a first draft so it's pretty rough.
So read it and enjoy. As always the old teacher you can ask questions.
WITH MY FOOT IN MY MOUTH
To you my principal
It's time to say,
I like your style
You work all day
I hear your jokes
That always flow,
About the teachers
Who are too slow.
But even though
Your jokes are dumb,
You never try
A tune to hum.
The poet on a spirit day that had a Hawaiian theme.