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.