Teachers

I've had so many good teachers in my life, including my current writing teacher Skye Alexander whose birthday was Saturday. I wrote this poem in her honor. 

Teachers

          

Of all the teachers I have had

some were good and some were bad.

Mrs. Real was a big fat dope.

She knew I hated to jump rope

but made me do it anyway.

So I will not be giving her an A.  

Miss Gale was pretty, and something else;

she gave me confidence in myself.

At Paul Revere I had a crush

on Mr. Harlan. I’d turn to mush!

(Maybe because he smelled so good?)

And I liked Mrs. Herbst and how she stood

so straight and tall, like Julia Child.

My friends and I were quite beguiled.

I studied Chinese with Betty Kwan.

She said “you sound like real true Han.”

I learned aerobics from Laura Geisler

so in Kim’s class I was the meister

until Jamie Lee Curtis took my place;

I still can’t stand to see her face.

But I digress . . . what I’m trying to say

is that teachers have always led the way.

And now in Texas, I can testify  

I’m extremely thrilled my teacher is Skye.