Poetry For Children: My Teacher And Me © Poem by Roann Mendriq

This morning I woke up, with a shock and a start,
to the trembling of hands and pounding of heart;
What a terrible fright! Such a horrendous scare!
I had just had the worst, awful nightmare!

I dreamt that I was my teacher and my teacher was me,
Oh! it was awful! As awful could be!
I was grown-up with glasses, and standing quite tall,
and my teacher was little, she was so small!

She glared me rudely, with a glint in her eye,
and chattered constantly, as if to defy!
She was utterly distracted and refused to obey,
and giggled at me to my utter dismay!

I begged her to listen, I scolded, cajoled,
but she did not bother; Oh my! She was bold!
When I asked her to spell, she turned up her nose!
When I begged her to count, she counted her toes!

At the end of the day, I was quite in a faint,
and wrote to her Mother, the strictest complaint;
That obnoxious child, as rude as could be!
She dared to talk back, and stuck her tongue out at me!

That gave me a shock, and I woke with a start,
to the trembling of hands and pounding of heart;
That day I was good, as good as could be,
so good that my Teacher, did not recognise me!