The Woes of A Private School Pupil

The Woes of A Private School Pupil

Teacher, you’re here to teach,

Not to show off,

And just remember

I’m paying for your life.

Without me you’d be poor,

And begging on the street,

Teacher just remember,

Mutual is our hate.

But unfortunately,

For me and you as well,

The law isn’t on our side,

So just do your darn job.

Teacher I don’t care

That your son is a surfer.

Teacher I don’t care

About your many cats.

Teacher, hate to tell you,

But you sweat through 

Your foundation.

I’m really sorry, miss,

But your wearing a man’s kilt.

Alright, I understand, 

Your subject is important (rofl)

But teacher just remember this:

I’m paying for your life.

You think you’re better than me

Just because you’re fifty times older,

You think you know it all, teacher,

But if you were really that smart,

You wouldn’t be a teacher.

Clearly you were rejected

From medical school.

Clearly your book was rejected,

By all the publishers.

Clearly you don’t have a life

Or a moral sense.

So you take it out

On us poor kids,

Then expect us to be polite.

Teacher, you’ve no right

To tell me to tuck my shirt in,

Teacher, I’m not paying you

To spit right in my face.

Teacher, you’ve no right,

To torture me with your awful ‘jokes’.

Teacher, I’ve decided,

I’m going to ignore your rule

That I must place

A “mr” or “miss”

In front of your last name.

Teacher, I’m your superior.

I’m paying for your life.

Author's Note

ty

Reviews

[luna11]

I feel your pain xD
for me this sounded slightly over the top and exaggerated, but that's what made it funny.

[heels]

ty and also ty for helping me with grammar because I don't think I got any errors in this piece nd i had your PM open while writing it and constantly correcting my grammar!!!

[luna11]

you're welcome :)