A Poem For You, My Dear Teacher
Epitome Pupils are unique, Even when they speak, You are they seek, You better don’t freak. I found them funny, Though they eat gummy, They might be puny, But honey! They can be Mahatma Gandhi. Some may do sports, Because that is their port, I will send them support, As long as they don’t do a tort. Some prefer silence, And they tend to avoid violence, All they need is guidance, And an extra bit of patience. There are always the noisy, Always have a story, Please don’t treat them badly, We ought to use that energy. You may find a bully, Who doesn’t go easy, Please don’t be a silly, All they need is love actually. You see, teacher there are many sorts of pupils, Each has different potentials, Please don’t be in trouble, Cause you’re holding the title.