He was our English teacher
most that eighth-grade year—
gawky and tall
bespectacled and bald
and as devoid of warmth
as body fat.
And this demand
which topped it all—
we'd have to memorize
a hundred lines of poetry!
(Uncertain on the quantity
it actually may been more) .
But such were we
and such the time
that we applied
and then amazed ourselves
and in our doing found
the usefulness of rhyme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I remember those days when memorizing poems used to be part of schedule and how much fun rhymes specially funny and silly ones used to be. When singing by yourself alone used to be the norm. Thanks for sharing some childhood memories.
you're welcome, savita. and i'm pleased to meet you here in poemhunter. below is one of my favorite silly rhymes from my favorite humorous poet. thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. glen kappy if you hear a panther, don't anther. ogden nash