Sir.

Started off as an anti teacher type poem but became a but whimsical :P xxxx

There you sit, Sir,

High and mighty, Sir,

Telling us about,

Poets great and old.

I have no regards for you, Sir,

Or how you treat us, Sir,

But they make me dream,

What if someone reads mine?

You say you know, Sir,

But tell us the truth, Sir,

I suppose in reality,

I'm just a bit thankful,

You forcing us to read, Sir,

Made me start to dream, Sir,

To write things down,

Share it with the world,

Thank you, Sir,

You taught us poetry, Sir,

You opened my eyes,

to a world thats new,

I have no pen, Sir,

But I have my mind, Sir,

Will that do? To write,

And in a mad mad world....

Inspire?