PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

My Teachers Are All The Same


My teachers are all the same, but are they really to blame? They train and learn to teach us: cool. But really, they're all the same. My teachers are all the same, but are they really to blame? They try, oh my, how they try. By-and-by they try to get us by, teaching us anatomy of the fly, oh why? I wish I had a teacher to teach me something new, something not borrowed, or sometimes something blue. My teachers are all the same, and yes, they really are all to blame. Take a page from my book, Mr or Mrs Whomever You May Be. Us students, you see really do need a source a tad bit more interesting. SET US FREE.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

gretchen.butterfield

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.