School Days

Five days a week, the same old thing.

Principal yells and school bells ring.

Girls in skimpy clothes strut on by

Baggy-jeaned boys give them the eye.

Lockers get jammed and locks freeze shut.

Each excuse begins with a “but”

Pencils break and pens oft run dry

Janitors shake their heads and cry

Teachers, though, withstand the onslaught

Simply doing what they’ve been taught.

Stand tall at the front of the room,

Never touch: for it seals one’s doom.

Speak clearly, with strong conviction.

Precise words in perfect diction.

Hands at bay, despite temptation

To spank brats into submission.

Count the minutes until relief.

Run to the john; answer the chief.

Call parents to give the bad news

Knowing that you will face abuse.

Teachers teach, despite suffering

Five days a week the same old thing.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s