A lady friend of mine is a teacher at a college near Leicester in the United Kingdom. She is the head of the arts at the college that, in part, teaches students that can be problematic. She has a great passion for what she does. She is also an attractive and well endowed woman. Once, when taking a class, she had a feeling that one particular male student was about to cause a problem --- CONFRONTATION I knew he would, I can't say why, an awkward moment, a cornered eye, from others confirmation gained, for up to now he'd kept restrained, bottoms shuffled now strangely still, mocking concentration feel, heads are down but minds are free, focus all on him and me, biro's, pencils laid to rest, confrontations just the best. Racing through my furrowed brow, what will he say, just when and how, has he been planning through the night, is this the one where I take flight, a question deep that cannot be, answered right by one like me, would I with all the dreams of years fail to grasp the chance to steer, this voice of all who come each day, a homage to education pay. The rush comes on, I feel it now, be strong my dear, I know but how, his lips, slow time, begin to part, I wait, the words are now to start, I'm ready now, I lift my head, to fail's required, not pride instead, he falters, holds, a glance to all then reassured, he'll soar not fall, he speaks, with words that truly burn, my mind contorts in twisted turn. For years of selfless torture I, with no support have struggled by, to learn, absorb for just this day, my dearest wish, young ones repay, and give of me which they desire, the knowledge life itself requires, yet now the time has come to pass, my minds a blank, I've failed, a farce, my prep's all gone, my worlds collapsed, to hear " s'cuse miss, nice pair of paps ! "