The Hall Monitor

A strong fellow, or so I should put

He walks around with iron foot

The mind of a genius, yet in

The heart they must defend

Kind and caring as all can see

Protective soul of his students he is,

Always watching behind open doors,

Scouting the hallway and upper floors.

In his defense, one would note

This fellow never speaks that of a gloat.

When there occurs a strong of fists

He springs into action, a moment of bliss

He brings to the room,

Relieving the cruel, the mean and the gloom

To this moment, I must amend

His heart is pure I say again

Of his attire, I will inform

Nothing that of a uniform

A collared shirt, that of the sun

In an office, it seems he runs

Trousers black as the night itself,

A loose book he is, fallen from a shelf

Uniquely dressed, finest clothes.

Of higher class, I do not know

He is a strong man, muscular at that

Hair like a newborn, he never wore a hat

This indeed is a manly man

Who never could, he always can

His face and expressions are hard to read

Helping the school with a clenched fist

Caring behavior, that of mist

Covering the school, helping many

His help is always that a plenty.