No Title to be Had
Attended a class the other day
Just the most boring
Oh do let me say…
The man couldn’t teach
Just hemmed and hawed
And wandered around
I sure wasn’t awed
But so successful
In things that he does
That’s what was told me
That was the buzz
What a waste of my time
And the room was so cold
I sat feigning interest
Slowly growing green mold
I sat till the end
Wasn’t raised in a shack
Two hours of my life
That I’ll never get back
I’m sure he was nice
I mean, he wasn’t an ass
But it sure wold behoove him
To take a speech class
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been there!
dreadful, isn’t it?
Great poem! It wasn’t a waste, after all ?
Thank you so much!
Too bad–too sad–most of us know this teacher if not by name–by action and no action–forever dissatisfaction…
too many of them out there! Thank you for your comment..