Lilibeth Sacmar Apat
The Teacher - Poem by Lilibeth Sacmar Apat
A rounded belly has he
Which has grown somewhat protruding
And when he shakes his head
His face just seems so funny.
He teaches well
Or so I think
With a tinge of humor
So to speak
And lulls us all into sleep.
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