The Lesson . . . . .. . .

We do not want to know, replete in our cosy world,
try to duck, when inappropriate insults are hurled;
no matter, perhaps it's time for you to take leave,
no more magic spells, not impossible for you to concieve.

My wife was a teacher, you wouldn't survive in her class,
your nemesis may arrive, when all things come to pass;
would you like to return to school - I rather think not,
to be reminded, cautioned, of respect that you forgot.

They didn't teach you how to make love, as you go,
perhaps in the welsh valleys, you went more with the flow;
but along the line, you lost the plot, more intent on you,
we forgive you, because you say all is so wonderful too.

Imagine that your oxygen is running out in submersible,
you should realise, agree, that some things are irreversible.