You got it wrong, you messed it up
How could you be so thick?
I ought to make you stand out front
And hit you with the Stick
Stop your crying and wipe your nose
You'll stay inside at Play
I won't have sloppiness in my class
You'll all do as I say
This sniv'lling wretch you see here now
Ignored what I had said
And filled the front page of his book
With rubbish from his head
Now get this through your lazy brains
You do as you are told
Or you will get your knuckles slapped
And stand out in the cold
I am here to teach you all your
Numbers and your letters
And you must learn to show respect
For elders and your betters
At five years old and four whole months
I learned my lesson well
Some teachers are a gift from God
And some belong in Hell.
Oh I do love this one! Excellent rhyme and flows so smoothly. Very readable and the last two lines are so appropo. Excellent write, my friend. A 10 indeed Richard
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Thank you for share, what a masterful penning, deeply touching, and very entertaining, I could dance on its rhythm. Really wish all teachers could read it and do what our world badly needs, change, turn the wheel and learn from the kids how to teach good and right.