Sixth Grade
Mrs. Coyle’s bat wings swayed, as she wrote upon the board
I swore I’d never have them; I’d never be that old
Now, looking in the mirror, I watch those batwings sway
The wrinkles all expanding, day by day by day
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It’s a terrifying thought that poets these days, if we live long enough, may be slowly turning into our English teachers. Nothing against English teachers, of course. Srsly, though, this short poem captures so much about us with such good humor. Well done.