Mr. McCaster the mean, old schoolmaster

From dusk until dawn he sits slouched in a chair
fidgeting and fiddling betwixt his far away stare

Gone is the grammar he taught in his school with his headmastership stiffness of not acting a fool

A no nonsense lesson of life was his teaching as he commanded his classroom with such a practise of preaching

But the wisdom of his words have been stolen away and a stuttering silence is all he can say

Too many strokes has baffled his brain and left him befuddled and sadly insane

Who would have thought that this mighty man so tall would have wilted and withered, alas shrivelled and small
                                
He has no recollection nor memories of his life 
Was he married with children ?
Did he have a good wife?

But none of this matters as he passes his time lost in a laguish from reason nor rhyme

Mr, McCaster, the mean old schoolmaster
when one sat in his classroom one would want time to go faster