Herbert Nehrlich Teacher Poems

They say the years from one to five,
when tiny tots become alive,
li'l professors they are, really
as they take in and store so freely
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All year I had behaved,
with not a friggin' hair
or sound of dissonance
in sight for those who looked.
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Once upon a time a teacher,
partial to most any creature,
had retired to his bed.
Slept as if he had been dead.
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From under light pink silken gown
arose, his silly face a grin
Rudolph the red-nose circus clown
and asked about a nip of gin.
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A teacher I adored and loved,
was seen last evening, when he shoved
illegally and with much force,
an object into a big horse.
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