Number One, you crack down with your whip,

but smile everyday.

You bring me into a world which I love,

A world that makes me think and makes me wonder.

 

Number Two, with a wave of your hand you give us voice.

I let my emotions out through your songs.

You push me to succeed everyday, even the ones when I just want to sleep.

You give me hope through song.

 

Number Three, your eerie interest in dead stuff makes you special.

I hate the notes, everyday it seems like we take notes.

The labs are where I find my interest,

The maggots smell, I don't see how anyone can do it.

 

Number Four, I've never been much into poetry,

and then I met you. Now I'm hooked.

I'm even writing a poem for a scholarship!

You've taught me to seize the day and I thank you.

 

Number Five, I seem to pass your class just by showing up.

You know everyday, when I ask you if I can go to the library, I'm not really working.

I sit around and relax, and talk to friends,

it's the one time I get to unwind during my day.

 

Number Six, I was sick of you last year, and it's gotten worse this year.

You tell us we ask too many questions,

that's just because you don't know how to teach.

You should have settled as a gym teacher, pre calc isn't your area.

 

Number Seven, you are the sweetest lady, 

but we can walk all over you. 

Stand up for yourself!

It's okay to give us homework and say no every once in awhile.

 

You are the hours of my day.

I look forward to seeing some of you and others not so much.

You make your class special, and have a heart for children

Thank you for teaching.