20 Bucks... A poem by Mr Newton for Mrs Pigou

I’m going to go off topic, but you’ll like it because you don’t have to do any work
Has anyone heard this one...
So my husband…
So when I was young…
So as a single mum…
So, this is going to sound dumb…
So remember, mrs. Pigou, when the middle school had just begun?
Remember when it was just you and Adamson?
Remember the fun, the games, and chats?
Remember the drama, and you stating the facts
That we’re pioneers, and there’s no going back
Remember the times we wandered off track?
But never that far, because you hold the map
And you told us that
So long as we’ve packed for the downs and the ups,
If ever we found ourselves soundly in muck
There is always someone who can get us unstuck
But it’ll cost us
20 bucks!


And now the schools is all grown up
We find ourselves upon the cusp
Year 13, almost done
And through it all there was just one
(Oop, Don’t tell Adamson!)
We one-hundred-percent dig you,
Mrs Pigou
You’re the igloo
On our iceberg in a big blue ocean
Of teenage emotion,
Bringing devotions with Big Truth
And as we got to know you,
You made our drama easier to go through,
It’s as though you were put here
By the big guy upstairs
With your mix of love and ‘don’t’ care
To help prepare us for the next years
And even when someone else sits in your chair
We’ll still pay the fare (which isn’t much)
to hear you swear
when we call you up,
Worth it for
20 bucks!

And hey, we'll pick the tunes For your UE boom,
Cos there's always room
on the Playlist to take this music
And use it to make this last day the
Best yet
Reset the mood,
Out of your seats, and walking about the room,
And when I stop the tune,
Look inside you, and share,
What brought you here? Or whom?
Because even through the hard words,
When we’re hurt
You make us feel heard
And soon, you'll be singing to new music
That you've picked
But this,
This relationship,
It sticks.
Richmond view was just the prelude
And it'd be rude
not to show up to see you
when life’s tough
Cos we know it only costs us
20 bucks!


How can we describe the way we can confide
Those feelings we try to hide, which you always seem to find
Or when we really need a cry,
How you can be relied on to be sitting at our side?
You are able to find the light and teach us how to shine
We hope these years were as kind
As you were to each of us
As our mentor, teacher, leader, preacher
With a a sense of humour, a fashionista,
When we needed ya,
you stepped up
You’ve bailed us out when we got stuck
And all it costs was…
20 bucks!


And although words may not feel like much,
It’s hard to think what could be enough.
How can we express the feelings left  when someone leaves?
It’s hard to guess where we go next and what we need,
BUT:
When life has chewed us up and spat us out
When our cup is full of doubt
When rain brings about  a sea of muck
When we’re down and out on luck
When we’re bowed and we get stuck at the bottom of the ruck
When we’re proud but times get tough
We know the cost to call you up
Say it with me!
20 bucks!