Why Were You Such a Mean Teacher
Why were you such a mean teacher?
Children hated coming to your class.
Some sobbed in the hallway for an hour prior.
Why would you relish this?
What kind of life did you have that you wanted us so miserable?
Why were you so mean, that you were hated
Not only by us, but also by our parents
Who also had you for a typing teacher?
Why was the school board too afraid of you
To reprimand you when my mother caught you red-handed
Being mean to me - hiding thirty of my assignment, so you
Could keep me after school to re-do them for two weeks in a row?
Why were you dumb enough to grade both sets and hand them back?
Why were you so stupid? Is this why you were you so mean?
Why were you the meanest typing teacher in the state of Iowa?
And why did you insist on being the sponsor for Future Teachers of America?
Maybe it is so I would grow up and become a teacher and do everything the opposite of you? Maybe it is because I now type eighty-six words per minute due to all that extra typing.
Do you suppose this is why?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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