How unpleasant to meet Mr Buttock!

How unpleasant to meet Mr Buttock,
With his eyes as cold as a haddock;
His lips are so thin
You’ll not see him grin,
When he says, "Let me make it quite plain
And quite clear, With regard to your pain
And with respect to all that I mention,
You may find yourself in detention,
Whether guilty or not you’ll be in the dock."
How unpleasant to meet Mr Buttock!
With his mind like a trap
And his mouth full of crap;
He minces his words
Till they flow out like turds.
How unpleasant to meet Mr Buttock!
(I suppose I should drink up my hemlock).