Teachers Humorous Poems | Examples
These Teachers Humorous poems are examples of Humorous poems about Teachers. These are the best examples of Humorous Teachers poems written by international poets.
One of the teaching standards
Is
Behaviour Management
&
Motivating & Engaging
Students
Classroom
Manage-
Ment
Putting
The Italian diplomat's
Timeless wisdom on full display
Written after a night
At the pub
This EVERSELLER
After three weeks
Of employing Machiavellianism
In the classroom
We checked student feedback
"We won't put up with arrogant teachers."
"He's a jerk."
This behaviour management strategy
Has now been
Swiftly abandoned
With his alphabet spaghetti my son kept spelling ‘OOOOOO’
His teachers say he’s clever so what was I meant to do
But when I got it figured out all I could say was Oops
For when I checked the can the label said Spaghetti Hoops
[Mr Google tells me that Spaghetti Hoops are known in the U.S. as Spaghetti-Os]
19 August 2021
For Contest: Four Line Light-Verse
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Lily Mae McSwiggle buttered her blueberry croissant
And talked about her distant long-dead aunt
A fascinating way for us teachers to spend our mid-morning break
Almost more than most of us, especially me, could take.
I said to McSwiggle, “Break-time is for a little peace and quiet!”
It was obvious she was not paying any attention to her diet
So, we had to listen, like it or not, to how McSwiggle’s aunt died
I couldn’t get that woman to shut up, no matter how hard I tried!
[in the style of Caren Krutsinger]
written May 20, 2021
In the first grade, as well as I can now recall,
I took my lovely little Bonnie by the hand
[Held it in a firm clasp, she uttered a quick gasp]
And planted a big kiss on her cheek in the hall
Regrettably a teacher saw this sweet gesture
And, an old maid, she was not so impressed at all
Clucking her tongue, then displaying a nasty frown,
In comfortable shoes standing up very tall
Blabbed to teachers what she saw all over the land
[She uttered a quick gasp, held it in a firm clasp]
Ever thereafter this young lover took the fall.
FIRST PLACE TROPHY WINNER
Written April 20, 2021
For "A New Abracadabra Poem" Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Eleven 12-syllable lines checked
there once was a thief from devin
whose teachers called him sir kevin
but his mom and dad
were indeed more sad
he worked eleven to seven.
Why me? I have to clean my room,
why does it have to be so soon?
Why me? I never get to play,
or have my friends over to stay.
Why me? I have to shout and scream,
if I’m to get some damn ice cream.
Why me? I blame the teachers so,
for every day to school I go.
Why me? I have to do homework,
a responsibility I cannot shirk.
Why me? I go to bed at seven,
now that is not exactly heaven!
Why me? I’m told I must stay clean,
if not, where exactly have I been?
Why me? I’m only ten years old,
but I know nothing, so I’m told.
Why me? They should be made to see,
that all I want is to be free!
We are wearing pajamas today.
We are super heroes, butterflies, unicorns, and mice.
We have slippers with long rat tails.
Mine are gorillas with red light-up eyes.
One or two have tails.
My zebra suit has lost his tail.
Pulled off long ago,
But do not worry. I am wearing matching underwear.
It is pajama day! Pajama day! Pajama Day!
I sing loudly and proudly, showing off my P.J.s
In throes of ecstasy.
The principal comes to a screeching halt when she sees me.
This was supposed to be for kids.
Yes, I know, I tell her.
Kids like me!
She smiles, and I know all is exactly as it should be.
This is a first grader’s day
I build a house! I build a house!
Another first grader chimes in.
It has a mouse! And maybe a louse!
Third first grader yells “Hey, that rhymes!”
“Chimes! Limes! Times! Crimes!”
By the time the teacher arrives back
from her twenty-second bathroom break
the whole room is afire with song.
You would think I taught music.
Did they finish the spelling test? She asks me.
“Test! Pest! Fest! Guest! Crest!” They all sing.
I ease out gently, waving, not daring to speak.
She is pompous, arrogant,
One sided. Espousing prophetic nonsense
Self-assured for no reason whatsoever
I listen to her internal volcano
Trying to conquer me in one of her landslides
Pushing all judgement aside,
I picture the grim reaper dragging her out by
her hair nodules,
Ah, the screaming! The wonderful way he would
plunk her in an undignified pick-up bed.
She is speaking of Republicans now.
Has she ever met one? Who made her the queen of explanations.
I will shatter her illusions when I help the reaper collect her.
Worst Economics teacher on the face of the planet.
Where is our real teacher?
Yes.
Substitute teachers get asked this hourly.
Maybe even every eight minutes.
Sometimes I give a teacher a bathroom break.
Especially a pregnant teacher.
They need it more often.
And are so grateful!
A spaceship got her, I tell them.
Smiling smugly.
Watching their faces.
Either change to laughter or tears.
I have learned the hard way
Kindergarten students have the most severe reaction.
Depending upon how well I like their teacher I either
Say it or not say it.
Knowing that half of them will be sobbing when she returns.
A lazy student known as Burt,
To parents and teachers was curt.
With little knowledge,
Flunked out of college;
Played stock market and lost his shirt!
12/22/18
Babies are droolers
Teachers are schoolers
Pitchers are foolers
Lawyers are duelers
Fishermen are spoolers
Faceters are jewelers
Needlers are crewelers
Kids are stoolers
Men are toolers
Women are rulers
An English teacher named Rosie
Thought one of her pupils was dozy
He’d cribbed off the web
From a man in Zagreb
The language he’d used was too prosy!
In false glory he’d tried to bask
So Rosie she took him to task
She said it’s not neat
if you try and cheat -
when needing some help you should ask!
NB cheaters is an anagram of teachers!
Sadly this is based (with some poetic licence about Zagreb) on a true event in the school I worked at. The english teacher was fully aware of the capabilities of the student and it was blatantly obvious the work was not his and it was merely copied and printed off the internet ... he failed to get a mark
2/2/18
Not good at it
I gave up early in life
trying to color
without crossing
the lines,
or not making up
my own words
and spelling
to conform--
though grades did matter
and my teachers
far wiser in
the greater scheme
of things;
so God, someday
I suspect,
will be greatly pleased
or rejective of me,
neither of us
enamored
of lukewarm
and predictable.
We suffer that lyrical curse,
The scribbling of unrefined verse.
'Tis Duggan's "Doggerelitis";
And teachers ironically fight us,
Like being beat up by your nurse.