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.

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