MR. HERROD WACKFORD / by Joe Castorino

When a student doesn’t 

   answer him right,

He growls real loud 

   as if ready to bite;

His anger explodes 

   and his mustache curls,

And, glaring, his cold eyes 

   look like black pearls;

He treats his students 

   like runaway slaves,

Then they all get F’s -- 

   except for his faves;

Why doesn’t he show 

   heartfelt compassion?

It must be intellectually 

   out of fashion.