Mrs MacDonald

Mrs MacDonald

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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for my teacher of many years ago

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You ran down from Culloden banging cars
off the motorway with you claymore.
You hated small smart arse little Londoners
who failed to like algebra. I bet you drank
vinegar, ate Hawick balls and tossed the
caber in your garden in Peckham. Covered
in tweeds as thick as a docker`s sandwich you
could have melted ants with the lens of your glasses.
Now I understand why you shouted every lesson...

Yuv nit dun yor hoomwok.

Oh dear.

© 2013 Leslie Philibert


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I have been reading some of your poems Leslie and I especially liked Mrs MacDonald.
I remember all my teachers...good and bad...I didnt like algebra but I always did my homework...and copied the algebra ha...My best friends last name was MacDonald.
Enjoyed and as usual got a little laugh at the end...SyberRose



Posted 11 Years Ago


HAhaha! Teachers! can't do without them. I love this poem a lot; it's funny yet insightful in the sense that we never forget our teachers. They leave footprints in our hearts. Thanks for sharing :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Good poem! Very entertaining. I think we all had at least one teacher that still haunts us years later.

Posted 11 Years Ago


You're teacher left an impact on you. I like the poem you wrote. Anyone whose had
a teacher like you did can really appreciate this. Wonderful poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This made me smile - she sounds terrifying! I bet it was never you who didn't do your homework!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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i love this!

i am struggling for an intelligent review. but know this:.. i am smiling with the relish that begets a most satisfied reader. :-)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lucky are the students who had a teacher to impact them as this one did you. I've known a few like this. They do help mold the person and steel them for the future to come.
Great write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I started a series of portraits once upon a time of some of the folks who impacted me . . . mine were probably a little romanticized, silly girl that i am, but this one is so honest and real, that i feel like if i met her on the street i would shake her hand

it is strong and vibrant and i had to go back and read it a time or two just to make sure that i wouldn't miss anything

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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