Ode to a Favourite Teacher
Rhyming couplets..In 'fond' remembrance of a typical teacher who made school life hell...
|Oh how I love thee teacher dear,
Although thine eyes like frogs' appear.
Thy body is so fat and round,
Thy heavy footsteps shake the ground.
Thy temper is so sweet and mild,
It frightens even the bravest child.
Thy hair is so spiky and white,
E'en thy sight makes us shake with fright.
And when thou speaketh, people say,
“Now did we hear a donkey bray?”
Thy smiles are ever so smug and rich,
They remind us of a witch.
When we don't complete our homework,
All sympathy thou seemeth to shirk.
When thou art in a good mood,
People beg thou not to be rude.
Cruelty and child Labour thou dost love,
Aren't thou afraid of the Power above?
When thou cometh to our class ,
Our happiness shatters like glass.
In thine eyes all we can see,
Is pride, but no humility.
Thou art and accomplice of the Devil,
Sent to our school to trouble and kill.
Under thy pressure thy chair doth creek,
And it breaketh after every week!
In our answer sheets thou dost not give marks,
But our diaries are filled with thy remarks.
When thou seeth thy face in the mirror,
E'en the mirror cracketh in horror.
When thou cometh to out class to teach,
We exclaim - “Ah the blood sucking leech!”
In thy presence, the Clock of Doom doth tick,
By the end of the period, we're all sick.
Oh how I love thee teacher dear,
And this poem doth make it clear.
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