The teacher at the chalk board.
Each students in their spot.
Some of them are learning.
Most of them are not.
The teacher is determined
to teach the rowdy bunch.
They’re mindless, thoughtless hoodlums
who just came back from lunch.
The teacher’s face is trusting.
But her eyes have this to say:
“What do you trouble-makers
have in store for me today?”
The students smile rudely.
Indeed, they have it planned.
Each one conceals a bouncy ball
tucked firmly in their hand.
The teacher turns to transfer
some problems to the board.
That’s the signal! There they go!
The bouncy balls have soared!
The teacher quickly turns around
to face her daily doom.
She doesn’t even flinch much
as they bounce around the room.
My father told me many times
That teaching wasn’t fun.
He cautioned me “When you grow up,
don’t be a teacher, son.”
I knew as I sat looking on
that what he said was true.
Teaching is a lousy gig….
(My bouncy ball was blue)
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