For VSP...my first piece of poetry

He comes in a red car,

Clad in a white shirt with no scar,

With a face that is beaming,

Wisdom in his grey cells gleaming.

He enters the class with a smile,

And takes us through that extra mile,

Conflict and clashes happen

He teaches us to manage them.

Stand up for something,

You can negotiate anything,

Don’t get nervous, be staid

All of you will do well, he said.

He made us meet the Golden Swan,

Gave us a memorable sundown

Oh you roaring lion of AP,

We all love you VSP....