There Was an Old Teacher
No comfortable rhyming
There was an old teacher who, once, loved the classroom
She had so much laughter; she learned from her students
Some gave her papers without any names
And mispronounced the terminology in Latin.
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They mattered. More than imaged.
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There was an old teacher who taught in a classroom
She had so many students, and they knew ideas
She gave them some books and homework
And they whipped up a sound experiment after some Friday in March.
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Hindsight left into twenty twenty.
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There was an old teacher who lived in a classroom
She had so much responsibility, she didn’t know how to balance
She gave until empty, made the decision
And wept over it soundly. Complete resignation.
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There was an old teacher who packed up a classroom
She had so much grief, she didn’t know what to do
So she submits to vocal media without training
A scientist, slapping beaded words together to form poetry
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For a contest
About comfort
Post-pandemic.
[I know…Right?]
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There was an old teacher who screamed in a classroom.
She had so many memories, clawing, clutching, shredding raw skin at ankles, dug into flesh, intertwining immobility
she didn't know what to do.
So she packed them into a box without any lid
Then—oops—collided with the cute, new teacher of English in a hallway.
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Contents spilled.
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Nursery Rhymes qualify, according to my sources
(I researched well)
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About the Creator
No Real Balance
Reluctant Writer. Teacher.
Hawking vocal contests for love letters.
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