When I, bedward, to prepare for a new day  
I still get an awful feeling, here, inside,
generated by a time that's gone away  
but so strongly instilled that that still resides.  

'' Thou! Shalt! Not! Be! Late! '' struck terror to heart  
each word thrashed out with his cane on his desk  
each bang, each word, made every one of us... start!
at the foulness of that teacher, grotesque.  

Awake, hour after hour, in my bed, I did  
as a kid, lying there, delirious with fear,  
all those years passing and me, still not rid  
of that cane, smacking down upon my rear.  
If only I had known the word ' Uhtceare  '
and shouted it out as he administered pain  
and  '' you're nowt but a rotten Snollygoster! ''  
'' your Trumpery phrase has Zwodder'd me, again! ''
Written by Rew
Author's Note
This was for a competition ages ago.
I've forgotten the details but basically one was asked for
a poetic entry using one these words.
' Snollygaster '
' Trumpery '
'Zwodder '
and ' Uhtceare.'
The author of the comp gave the meanings of the words (I've forgotten 'em) and asked for one of these words to be incorporated into a poem. I used all of them.
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