There is a guy whose first name is Dogde
His middle name happened to be Rodge
He got teased in School
The kids were cruel
Now he’s teaches ski at a ski lodge
*Inspired by Jan’s Name And Shame poem.
Alexis Y.
02/02/2021
B-ible
I-nstructor
E-vangelizes
N-umerous
V-isitors
E-mploying
N-ews
I-n
D-octrines
O-f
S-alvation
A-s
N-ecessary
T-ruth
I-nspires
A-ll
G-uests
O-ptimistically
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Bienvenido C. Santiago (June 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch
(for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.)
Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are
somehow more near
and remind me that,
once, upon a star,
you taught me
wish
that ululate soft phrase,
that hopeful phrase!
and everywhere above, each hopeful star
gleamed down
and seemed to speak of times before
when you clasped my small glad hand
in your wise paw
and taught me heaven, omen, meteor ...
Keywords/Tags: family, grandfather, grandparents, grandchild, grandson, teacher, mentor, example, guide, guidance, guru, sage, wise man, instructor, model, archetype
Confessions of a Driving Instructor - yes I was one in a previous life and this is just a bit of fun!
I get paid to sit down all day
It must be the easiest job you say
But far too many blind spot checks
Leave me with a wonky neck
Each time that you crunch the gear
My body tenses up with fear
To round a corner turn the wheel
My nerves are surely made from steel
When I say left and you turn right
I think that you are not so bright
I glad I have my dual control brake
Without this lives would be at stake
Please don’t stall at traffic lights
I’m sure you do it just to spite
On hill starts you always roll back
I wish that you would get the knack
And when too hard you press the brake
I know whip lash is going to ache
I know you’re nervous and you sweat
You always leave my car seat wet
While you drive around in glee
I really need to have a pee
When its time to sit your test
I cross my fingers, hope for the best
If on the day you deem to fail
Please try not to cry and wail
The driving instructor
is driving me insane.
Left?......Right?
Around the bend!
Indicate precisely
what you mean.
Please don't behave
like Mr. Bean.
Otherwise, there
could be a scene.
An ambulance may
have to be called.
You may even lose
that other ball!
Please tell me all...
Apart from driving
you know so much.
About stanzas, syllables,
sex, love and such.
I'm waiting patiently
in my car.
My fancy Peugeot,
my powerful steed.
Maybe I could teach
you a thing or two....
about speed.
Flew control line planes till I met Bill
Who said, RC is the way
Give up that stuff, I’ll teach you RC
It’s a more fun way to play
RC stands for radio control
Had to buy a bunch of stuff
I bought it all as a package deal
Bill said, “You now have enough”
Bill and I hit it off from the start
We seemed to both think the same
He was a top commercial pilot
Retired and loves model planes
An experienced and good teacher
He would patiently cajole
He helped me get my trainer all built
Taught me radio control
When the day came to give it a try
Bill hooked up a buddy box
That enabled him to take control
Keep the plane out of the rocks
Bill saved my bacon many a time
Help keep my plane in one piece
He’d give enough slack so I could learn
But knew when to “pull the lease”
Little by little I learned to fly
Gave me a really big thrill
The comradery was half the fun
The credit all goes to Bill
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