Sitting there at the desk
Terrified
Of an evil woman
With a posture as stiff as a brick wall
Whose heart was full
of marshmallows
We made fun of the way
You greedily ate your popcorn
And the way you said question
But
Your lesson plans
Seeped of advice and wisdom
These tiny drippings
Poured like a storm of gravy
On us so bad
That each student brought a dipping spoon to
Your classroom
You told us to use our
Spoons to get ahead
in life
You told us not to worry if it
Ever overflowed
My spoon, thanks to you,
Will forever be content with the advice
You imprinted in its silver
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