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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