Best Poems About / On TEACHER
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Teacher
The teacher taught; the
Pupils never bought the notion.
Now distraught, he
Slammed the door,
Stomped the floor.
The noise, the
Whole commotion,
Brought the Head.
Youre off to bed without a drink!
He boomed.
Cripes the teacher cried.
You mean that Im denied
My nightly bottle?
My comfy whisky?
Im afraid
Ill have throttle you
Risky, true
To see you dead!
By now the kids had left the room
They were smoking,
Drunken, singing in the bogs.
Bloody dogs all of them!
The teacher screamed,
Dropping the Head
His face completely cyanotic
The situation now chaotic.
Thatll do the teacher laughed,
Yes Im daft but Im alive
To teach again survive the bitter
Challenges, laying down the
Lesson to the brats
For Im the boss, theyre the rats!
Ill make them take exams
Till late of night what a fright
Theyll have. But first Ill round em up to
To shift the Head.
They dumped him in the garden shed
In which the janitor stored the mower
Also other paraphernalia
Used to keep the grounds in order.
The kids were good no disorder
While they did the masters evil deed.
The teacher smiled, for hed been freed
From persecution, diminution
Of his rank a lowly grade
Of scholar.
Thank you, pupils,
What an honour, now the Head has gone.
But now I have to see to your
Extinction too. After all, you
Never listen never do!
And so its time for you to earn
A just reward a trip to Hell!
However, the kids were luckily saved
Yes, you guessed - the clanging bell,
Ending period two. Depraved and
Sweating like a pig, the teacher
Froze took a swig anew of gin
The Deputy Head was coming over.
Teacher had to wipe him out
As well!
The pupils took advantage scampered,
Screaming. Finely poised, the Deputy
Crooned:
Whats the meaning, Teacher?
And wheres the Head, suspicious creature?
Answers came from Teachers cane
The heavy-duty rod was in attack
Poor old Deputy staggered back
A massive blow had shook him badly
Sadly, as he fell, he bashed his skull
Upon the ground and that is where
The janitor found his body
What a sight pitifully shoddy!
But then the pupils realised that
If they called upon the staff
To see the teacher one-to-one,
The kids would end up having fun,
Since all the school would have to close,
As all the staff would come to blows with
Psycho-Sam
The name the kids had given to this
Strange demented man.
So that is what they did
The faculty, sequentially,
Exterminated,
The kids were rid of staff, and
Free to roam, though
The teacher lost all interest, and
Drove himself back home.
He sunk a litre bottle of gin,
Sung a song about the sin
Committed emitting a din
And bearing a hideous grin, he
Wondered where hed even been
Upon that cold and brutal day.
Back at school, in disarray,
The kids were happily drunk again,
Smoking, watching adult films
At least they werent a bane
To any staff
What a laugh!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Mark R Slaughter
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Teachers
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
what you have done,
was clearly a mistake,
maybe it is,
time for a break.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
that you have been naughty.
That you have been quite foughty.
That you are being rude,
don't call teacher a dude.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smilies,
teacher know,
that you were making faces,
behind teachers back,
that you were throwing spitballs,
at the teacher's pet.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smilies,
teacher knows.
So enough is said,
so now you know,
that whatever you do.....
Teacher says,
Teacher goes,
Teacher smilies,
Teacher knows
Tiddely Winks
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Teacher Says, Teacher goes
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
what you have done,
was clearly a mistake,
maybe it is,
time for a break.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
that you have been naughty.
That you have been quite foughty.
That you are being rude,
don't call teacher a dude.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smilies,
teacher know,
that you were making faces,
behind teachers back,
that you were throwing spitballs,
at the teacher's pet.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smilies,
teacher knows.
So enough is said,
so now you know,
that whatever you do.....
Teacher says,
Teacher goes,
Teacher smilies,
Teacher knows
Jasmine Aira
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A bad or a good teacher
A bad teacher is negatively pessimistic
A good teacher is positively optimistic
A bad teacher swears all the time
A good teacher cares in their prime
A bad teacher passes on rude fear
A good teacher has on good ears
A bad teacher discourages
A good teacher encourages
A bad teacher despairs
A good teacher prepares
A bad teacher likes to bitch
A good teacher likes to teach
A bad teacher shouts every moment
A good teacher scouts for every talent
A bad teacher is up for crude devices
A good teacher is up for good advice
A bad teacher lets students fight on in the dark
A good teacher sets students on the right track
A bad teacher feeds on their looks
A good teachers reads many books
A bad teacher sings along with wrong faults
A good teacher brings along the right results
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.com
Sylvia Chidi
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