Teacher Poems

I never wrote a poem to a teacher, but I did paint a picture for one and did a charcoal drawing of the liberty bell for another. I was lucky to have so many good teachers in my life, they eased the annoyance I had with the really really bad ones.
 
Friday Frog

Mr. Reilly
Cut up a frog for us
One Friday
In grade six
And took us for a tour
Of heart and lung
Ileum

He was a man
Possessed

The guts spilled
On the tray
Were beautiful
To his eyes
Like the petals
Of some special rose
Fragrant with
Formaldehyde
 
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