An Hour In the Life of An English Teacher
"This 'pome' don't make NO sense! What junk!"
the scowling students muttered.
"Two roads in the woods!" one hissed. "Such bunk"--
opinions rudely uttered.
I quelled the urge to hurl my book.
I said, "Can't you surmise
what they might mean? Let's take a look.
What might they symbolize?"
One hand shot up--then two--then three!
My probing did the trick.
Alas! Two kids just had to pee.
The other whined, "I'm sick."
The bell rang. As my prisoners fled,
"Essays next week," I screamed.
"I ain't no good at them," some said.
My mind was gone, it seemed.
entered in PD's Contest 15 (100 in a Row) on September 18, 2016
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