A poem in praise of Mrs. Pinder
O how you rose in your chair, pinned me with an aggrieved glare, in front of our grade-two class. Your august flesh pendulous with seriousness, my inner-ducklin...
O how you rose in your chair, pinned me with an aggrieved glare, in front of our grade-two class. Your august flesh pendulous with seriousness, my inner-ducklin...