Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Sweet Revenge

  
   I remember how hip we were
     Our old fuddy-duddy Latin teacher
       fell on the ice, broke her hip
     We howled all day: Good for her

  Time passes, now it’s our turn 
     Slips and stumbles make one humble 
  Our Latin teacher’s sweet revenge ~
     Avenged at last, her long, slow burn

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Joe Maverick September 27, 2025 at 10:37 PM The tide of time G W, though frozen at that time.' Now thawed we find.' To Hit the spot in rhyme.' There seems a Design.? Now what did you mutter about me last month.? Hmmm you see.' LOL,))))

sara Etgen-Baker September 26, 2025 at 5:10 PM how clever this poem is and with a valid point....as my mom always said, 'what goes around, comes around.' well executed, Gershon.

Paula Goldsmith September 26, 2025 at 11:45 AM I enjoyed reading your "Sweet Revenge" write. Things look different with age. Have a fun day writing away.........