Letters and Diary Poetry posted August 20, 2016


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My Favorite Teacher

by michaelcahill

 
The wool went with me everywhere
a handy tool indeed
I’d cover eyes without a care
to cover every need
 
to say that I was full of it
was understating truth
full to the brim (it rhymes with spit)
from Boston to Deluth
 
But, Mr. Ward saw through me
my loads of crap ignored
I’d speak, he’d say, “Yeah, phooey,
you’ll learn now”, he implored!
 
I got a D in English comp
this master of the word
he denied my normal romp
“You earned it, you glib turd”.
 
I learned to learn for real from him
I never thanked him proper
My college days were filled with vim
I no longer was a flopper.
 
 

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