The Smell of Rebellion

This school of late has started reeking (help!)

Quiet, maggot, when I'm speaking

Reeking with a most disturbing scent

Only the finest nostrils smell it

But I know it oh-too-well

It is the odor of rebellion

It's the bouquet of dissent!

And you may bet your britches

This headmistress finds this foul odiferousness

Wholly olfactory insulting

And so to stop the stench's spread

I find a session of Phys-Ed

Sorts the merely rank from the revolting

Come along, squids!

I'll take it from here, Jenny

The smell of rebellion comes out in the sweat

And Phys-Ed will get you sweating

And it won't be long before I smell the pong

Of aiding and abetting

Before a weed becomes too big and gritty

You really need to nip it in the bud

Before the worm starts to turn

You must scrape off the dirt

And rip it from the mud!

A whiff of insurgence

The stench of intent

The reek of prepubescent protest

A pong of defiance

The odor of coup

The waft of anarchy in progress

Once we've exercised these demons

They shall be too pooped for scheming

Some double time discipline

Should stop the rot from setting in

Discipline, discipline

For children who aren't listening

For fiddlers who are fidgeting

And whispering in history

Their chattering and chittering

Their nattering and twittering

Is tempered with a smattering of discipline

We must begin insisting on rigidity and discipline

Persistently resisting this anarchistic mischief

In these minutes you are frittering on pandering and pitying

While little ones like these, they just need discipline

The simpering and whimpering

The dribbling and the spittling

The "Miss, I need a tissue"

Is an issue we can fix

There is no mystery to mastering