Here's the rule for what to do
If ever your teacher has the flu
Or for some other reason takes to her bed
And a different teacher comes instead
When the visiting teacher hangs up her hat
Writes the date on the board, does this or that
Always remember, you have to say this,
OUR teacher never does that, Miss!
The little children in the country school were reciting the Lord's prayer.
When the sound of the air-raid siren made them dive beneath their chair.
The teacher tried her best not to show her alarm.
A daylight bombing raid she prayed no one would come to harm.
One small little girl sat frozen and did silently cry.
Oh sweet Jesus please watch over my mom and sister I do not want them to die.
I could hear the planes flying low over head.
And I squeezed my hands tightly together I prayed no one in the village would be dead.
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
A mouthful of language to swallow:
stretches of beach, sweet clinches,
breaches in walls, bleached branches;
britches hauled over haunches;
hunches leeches, wrenched teachers.
What English can do: ransack
the warmth that chuckles beneath
fuzzed surfaces, smooth velvet
richness, splashy juices.
Today I have been issued a dare, by my peer,
If I do what they ask I will get in trouble, but they swear,
my life they will not spear
And if I don't they will make me into a rubble I am so
scared, who cares?
Tonight I can't sleep, this trouble is too deep,
I can't make a peep, I began to weep,
Is there no one who cares? That I am so scared?
Because of my Peers, I am filled with fears
I cried out in despair, is there no one who cares?
I was a popular geometry teacher, imparting knowledge to the young,
Like the proficient translator, who is able to speak in different tongues.
I found shapes to be intriguing, for few things in existence lacked one,
Like the shapes of dark, cool shadows, floating in the wake of the sun.
I lived in a cozy, L shaped house, comprising a rectangle and a square,
On a fern green, tree lined street, with serenades of birds everywhere.
I was always cognizant of the math, that lay at the heart of all things,
My teacher was not so good as yours seems to be,
His name was Goodwill and he taught us Chemistry.
He always wanted us to answer difficult questions,
And beat you strong if you cannot balance equations.
If you are late in class he'd twist and twist your ear
Until it falls to the ground and you'll pick it there.
He was so strong when he held you you'd wet your pants...
(He had gigantic hands I once gave him a compliment)
But a person can survive twenty four strokes I was the experiment,
Don't ever disturb Goodwill and give him a comment!
My given name is Hortense, and I am an English Professor,
I love my job and my life, and to do my best I endeavor.
I am popular with my students, as I also am with friends;
And I have a loving family, like springtime joyful trends!
I am shrewd and practical, and am impatient with silliness,
As the blooms of August each strive, to be the prettiest.
I love nature and wild things, and I do visit them often,
Beautiful as the moonlight gleam,
She taught us, to work in a team.
Not only did she teach us English as a subject,
Always took us to an imaginary journey of each object.
She, as a fairy down this earth,
Her stories give a thousand readers birth.
Handwriting like the pearls shining bright,
She can transform a person with her insight.
Who lies in our heart,
Makes learning fun as art.
Generated my interest in her subject,
Helped us deal with geometrical object.
I just loved the way she taught,
Made our knowledge arise from a dot.
She always motivated all,
Helped us get up, when we did fall.