An Evil Dragon or a Teacher?

Location

You can catch a fellow on his phone

But you can't catch the glares and our outspoken growns

Your forehead wrinkles represent a roaring see

The most annoying roar that tortures me.

I dread walking through the door to your lair

Your upper lip always tends to snare

Your snide remarks and unproffesional "tude"

Always puts me in the worst mood.

 

 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741