My English Teacher In Casablanca Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Mister Smith
of diminutive
height
he was
my preferred English
teacher in Casablanca.
He wore
a neat black felt hat
with a gray band
kind of a la gangster
Trilby wool Fedora.

At the time
I couldn't tell English
from American
but what I could tell
is how sad I was
with him mistreated
by my oversized punks
class mates.

Of course none of them
were taller than I was.
Those French connards
were runts
compared to me.
So I toolk it upon myself
to defend him.
But first I couldn't help
when he passed my bench
to spit a wad
of thoroughly masticated
papier-mâché on the back
of his professorial habit.