Tricennalia: or my 30th in the class

I thank my thirtieth star I kicked at the
 monkey or fatty Montag youth--
the  hand over hand & delicate chin,
and chippy school play s/he's always in:

the years of which the first began with
and continued down to the second
and a sort of a third of a Life dissolved

in plays and thunderbolts! noxious stairs
with the tykes battering down glass--
they who full flower go into my classroom
believing my lone Self so help me or out!

More than clown but less than Toparch:
I dared each one, up and down, here,
I'd say, I-I did til the next error came
and I'd expel, say, boys from the girls--

At these times I also boasted a myriad
smiles til a release, from sameness, just at
my thirtieth: I the Pius and coach, who
wiped filth off their noxious stairs