Mr Fields Forehead Furrows

A little rhyming poem thingy that came to mind while pondering the wrinkles on my literature teachers forehead

Why does that wrinkle wave about?
It happens mostly when you shout,
Mr Field

And what about your ruddy hue?
Suitably perturbed are you,
Mr Field

Have you sewn your tie to your trousers, sir?
It seems to us a tad obscure,
Mr Field

Surely we frustrate you,
But know: we do not hate you.
Mr Field

The End

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