Press Up Teacher Poem by Mark Curtis

A thing that’s always puzzled me,
how strict a teacher would you be?
I think i have a good idea,
read on below, would i be near?

Arrived for class, was not on time,
i’m sure you seen this as a crime,
Get on your knees and give me twenty,
that’s just the start, you will do plenty.

Lesson taught, you teach it well,
i leave my desk, I hear the bell,
“No one leaves”, oh don't be ‘shirty’,
get down again and give me thirty.

I take the break, need protein shake,
rebuild my arms, because they ache.
Mid morning lesson, you eye me shifty,
i ask you why? you give me fifty.
I then enquire “what happened to forty”?
You say “stay down”, “do them too, shorty”

Dinner time, need a rest,
got such a pain across my chest.
Nutrition and Diet for afternoon study,
If i’m nice, she’ll may be my buddy?
I think it’s worked, might even date me,
Then i hear, sixty, seventy, eighty.

End of class, she said “what fun”! ! !
to finish off give me a ton.
but where is ninety, i did not say! ! !
I’m not that stupid twice a day


copyright 2009 Mark Curtis