Village boy Impressions

With light nervous steps, he trod in  As one aroused from an upshot of gin  And stood abashed, a shadow ill-prepared,  His sealed quivering lips unassured  Whether it be fractions or tractions  Change of subject or m eaningless expressions  Pondering where and how to begin  Whilst they continued their din  Not heeding the unsettled guest  Framed in the doorway aghast  Clutching a heavy textbook  With a finger locked in the nook.  Read: Village Boy Impressions - Why God Does not have a Ph.D. A well-pressed shirt that daintily sat  And shoes black as night pat  Were all they could admire of him.  For he could neither add nor multiply  Save by that book he held to comply.  And he stammered badly enough  To send them reeling to the north.  He was thrust upon them without a session  And they could instruct him with fair revision.  But he messed up his very first lesson  ('He's killing us' she said)  So they bundled whatever