A Teacher Called Marty
There once was a teacher called Marty
Who taught each class as if it was a big party.
With a sax he explained he was jazzy
If there was doubt he would get sassy.
His style had students in the palm of his hand
Like a party of people vibing off a rock band.
Oh it didn't stop there
As he explained grammar without care
Students came from far and wide
They forked out a hefty travel fare
Marty's originality brought them there.
He was warm and compassionate
It was evidenced in his nature
With gestures somewhat effeminate.
Immediatly they twigged he's special
Unlocking their world understand the ethical.
Marty didn't care what other people thought
So get just taught and taught and taught
Each day the same way "English let's play!"
To have Marty is what the language sought.
Copyright © Jim Kilduff | Year Posted 2017
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