This poem is about a teacher in our school, whose name I won't mention here…
It was written by me on November 3, 1997.

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There is a person in this school Who walks and talks and acts so cool, And he pretends that he is smart, But in reality, his heart, As well as brain in his old head Is dumb, is cruel, and is dead! The students think he gives them facts About morals, scruples, tacts, But they can't see inside his head And they don't know his brain is dead. He has those evil, cruel thoughts That bring him to the dangerous plots! And who would know that he went nuts When they can't see inside his guts? Even his looks don't give him out-- He looks okay without a doubt. He dresses neat, always in style, He picks his shirts from the freshest pile, His shoes are polished with a shine, And he is always "lookin' fine". He has good manners, people think, He doesn't smoke, he doesn't drink. He is well-built and keeps in shape; He doesn't need to hide in drape. The only thing that might seem strange Is the exceptional rage Which one can catch in his fierce eyes-- The only thing he can't disguise. If you look deep into his eyes You'll see that all the time he lies. He's thinking only of one thing-- He tears and sorrows wants to bring. This guy enjoys the sight of grief, He steals the smiles--he is a thief! |
Especially he likes to see The students--just like you and me-- To cry, to suffer, and to wait For him to think of their fate. It doesn't matter--day or night-- In dark, in dawn, or in bright light His thoughts are racing through his head, And you would find them rather sad. And when you find his eyes on yours, You'll feel cold sweat inside your pores, You'll feel a shiver and an ache. And then, the whole night you'll be awake, Unable to forget that stare, And fearful to get a nightmare. This person is a scary man Once you discover what he can And will do to you; what he does To every person in his class. Then you can beg and plead and ask-- But that would be a useless task, Because he'll never pity you-- He'll throw at you his polished shoe, He'll throw you out of the room, He'll hit you on your back with a broom! And if not that, then he will say, "You better go home and pray!" But you might wonder what it is That he for real does to kids. Haven't you guessed so far so long? If not, I'll tell you, but be strong! He doesn't kill them--he is meaner, And no, he doesn't eat them for his dinner. But be sure of this--your chances are That he will fail you with an "R *"! |
* R- a failing grade in Dewey system, for those of you who don't know
J