The Teacher
We all had teachers we
Hated.
In my day hair and ears got tugged
Chalk thrown with intent but
Teachers are not meant to be
Loved.
There's a new teacher in class
He doesn't shout
Or impose detentions or
Send you to the headmaster, he's
Even scarier than old Mr Walsh (and
He was a terror),
Laboriously
Knocking sense into us
Day by day with
Facts and figures you can't deny
LIke any self-respecting teacher should.
You might hate him
You will hate him but
Keep your head down, for, remember,
He needs no cane
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Sun 17th May 2020 17:21
This poem reminds me of all my terrorist teachers in school. I remember two teachers that lined the class up for lashings over the tiniest infractions. I suppose the lesson was blind obedience, don't challenge authority, but it created a rebel spirit in most of us!