A poem I wrote about one of my dear teachers, while sitting in the front of her class, not listening to what she was saying. Anyone that's had her, will understand this.
The waters churn and the moon sets.
Throughout the world they place their bets
On the fate of the one who talks about pets
And avoid her subject and preaches. Let's
Find a better way to entertain.
She lets us in late during rain.
Sleeping in class is a pain
Worse than the teachers in main.
"Algebra II is just like Chemistry."
"Find something to do. Don't be lazy."
She talks about nothing as far as we can see
But she goes on and on and says "Look at me."
She asks questions and expects and answer
She tells us her husband is a minister.
Pointless studying is important to her.
Some people like putting chemicals in their "hur."
She watches me zone and watches me walk.
Around the whole school, her students she'll stalk.
She asks me why she never hears me talk.
Watch what happens when I'm told to use chalk.
H2O is water and O2 is oxygen, duh.
I've never wanted to punch someone so badly in the
"Stop popping your gum, Juliana!"
"I originally came from my mother, Almeda."
A physical property is her name.
(That's why she married that poor mayn)
Her overall teaching style is just lame.
Will someone please rid us of the dame?
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