After School Tutor
After School Tutor.
They want my blood, to hunt me down.
Their opinions formed with a frown.
Don’t need facts. Believe what’s told.
But here’s the truth, black and bold.
I have a weekly hour with your child.
To undo the mess the school’s compiled
I work and coach, with little gratitude.
Your child’s education has been screwed.
I teach the illiterate, how to write.
But parents want success over night.
Never blame schools for a wasted day
Blame the firefighter, for whom they pay.
Convention says school’s way is correct!
I prove them wrong, whatever next?
I look down, with smug, smiley eyes.
Teach them to read, spell and analyse.
David Cox 20/04/23
Copyright © Dave Cox | Year Posted 2023
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