Poetry Teacher's Confession
Oh dear kind Lord, I beg you and,
when on my knees to pray,
I need a little helping hand
to guide me through this day.
I have to face a motley band
who can’t think what to say.
I give them all the guff and gen
to help them understand.
The work is very simple when
they’re organised and planned.
And yet their fumbling specimen
look strictly second hand.
I guide them all, the usual way,
to seek some homonym.
To no avail, day after day,
their efforts still look grim.
Oh please may I confess and say;
“I find them very dim!”
~
For Anne's "Confessions" Competition.
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