I must not make the miserable babies,
frightened or alarmed,
I must issue a Tigger warning,
as I bounce into class in the morning.
So students might be armed
against a sea of bubbles,
and by opposing, burst them.
So that they might live
in the depths of Eeyorishness,
rejecting every positive thing and yawning
at old philosophies , while fawning
over half baked gloom
and indulging in patronising mawkishness,
towards those they secretly, jealously,
imagine are blessed,
by being dreadfully oppressed.
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