English Teachers (a.k.a. "The Grammatical Grouchers")

They search for hidden meanings.

They read between the lines.

And when they see there's nothing there,

They claim they've made a find.

 

They lecture you with stories

By writers who are dead.

They twist around good poets' words

And claim it's what they said.

 

They cover up your paper

With markings of red ink

So that when you see the "F" thereon,

Your heart begins to sink.

 

If this were all these teachers did

One might survive a while,

But as they tell you that you've failed,

They can't suppress a smile.

 

Soon the smile turns to a laugh

As you're sinking through the floor.

You look around and try to flee,

Making for the door.

 

The laughter fills the room

As you let out a sob -

They're paid too much, these English folk,

For such a thankful job!

Reviews

[Sarah]

Oh my, I can completely relate to this poem and thus, I love it. =o FIRST STANZA: Completely true. Over-analyzing much? My english class has fallen intensely victim to this. "The twist around good poet's words / And claim it's what they said." : Could not be more true. I read this over & over, and it made me laugh each time. Wonderful job. xD

[mattavelli]

haha
That's great!!