Sophist and Plato's view

Sophist comes in, she is boilin' over is she;
I cradle my little peekin in me arms
Sof (nom di plum) points manacingly and begins to slobber
With vile utterances
No, not you the teacher Sof in front of a child I plead
Instead of cuttin' off her tongue with me cutlass like wot I should uv
A primary primark flavoured Primari teacher, like yis Mum Sof
Oi can't belive it Did I not tip Sof well enuf
when it wuz wuz a kid and 'ad eff all muse I?
Must 'ave bin that!
'Give um bloody dubloonz coerced from the Ancient Submariner back, back!
Give them 800 quidi raped from iz Lloyds fir Pianna's Skool back, afore ye go lassie' sez I!

Editours footnotes:
Filip Furkin Larkin - Peterburuz Poet Looriate says 'No Body Fooks you up like ye Mum and Dad - (edited Poims) - Do they teach this at Privit School Stamfood I ponders?
For Larkinardoes and Classics students, and my lovely Nnenda who's to Cambridge bound. Haul Away Gal!!
Philip Larkin Poems are copyrite
Plato wuz unaware and not abil to make it on time anyway, he was left pensively behind in hiz gardin arrangin out the clothes