The History Teacher Poem by Harry Hughes
The History Teacher
He stares at you,
tongue out,
perverting eyes.
He leans over you
and asks
'how are you? '
you reply, as scared as a criminal in a police station,
but he just licks his lips and says,
'don't worry, little kid. I have sweeties in my van.'
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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