Is your teacher very smug?
Does he care about you?
Is he a she or a bit of both,
A budding captain or one of the crew?
Is he living in a paper house
Showered with fluff and fluster?
Does he scuttle like a mouse
Or like a cleaner with a duster?
Does he hold his head up high
Or droop and look discontented?
Do you hear a frequent sigh
And feel the smile has yet to be invented?
All these questions roll up into one:
Is your teacher very smug
Or is he just a broken mug?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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