I Saw (An Infatuated Student) Poem by Ibrahim Bidu

Yesterday I saw a teacher,

An interesting teacher,

And the memory is still so clear.

From side to side she swayed

As she explained

And concepts relayed.

All this time

A big smile played

On her luscious lips

That I was tempted to brush

I must confess,

Not with my fingers

Nor the conventional brush

But I do know you know

So I need not specify.

Patiently she handled

Anyone who caused trouble

And with a voice so musical

Held us captive

Ensuring all were active

Stimulating my imagination

Bringing to life thoughts

That I dare not reveal

For it borders on abomination.

What a teacher!

I had to shake my head

To make it clear

For if I didn't

What I was tempted to do

To disclose I fear