Mrs. Bechdel

A Poem by Kristin

KMP** Dated: 2008. A poem for a "roast" during English Class where we get to make fun of the teachers.

There’s Mrs. Bechdel sitting in class
Looking through the door, as students may pass
Yelling out the door, “Your shorts are too short!”
Students hoping she isn’t crazy enough to take this to court.
One little story, an English teacher standing straight
Grammar here grammar there, oh joy just can’t wait
What next, students freaking out
How in sane can this teacher get? The students still count
Till the days school has begun, till it is over
Knowing Mrs. Bechdel, she’ll randomly shout, “Hey a four leaf clover!”
Just when things start to slow, has the craziness parted?
Oh god, please tell me she hasn’t only just started
Everything fine till it comes down to the last 10
I just hope this final job doesn’t take 10 men
For still, Mrs. Bechdel awaits the next call
Backing students against the wall
Overpowering them, students afraid
I wonder how much this teacher gets paid
For wicked or evil, pleasing or not
Funny or over the limit, ouch that’s got to hurt a lot
A short little quiz not so deadly, yet look again
Fear in the eyes of a student’s life, today is the end
Over and over, she keeps repeating till the last day
Homework over our heads, nothing to say
She’s more than a memory, a nightmare at best
A bug on the floor, ugh! What a pest
For the final day has come and go
She is the one, a student’s last foe
Doors are slamming, the students may yell
For this is a story, every student will tell
Of the evil Mrs. Bechdel short or tall
The last minute ticking, follow the law
For Mrs. Bechdel will come for you, too
If you underestimate this psycho of a teacher, your day will end. If only you knew.