SIR?
Sir! May I crave a little attention?
I’d like to ask a simple question.
Please be assured that I am serious,
Although the matter seems rather mysterious.
I’ve thought about this quite a lot,
But there’s no easy answer that I can spot.
Unless of course you’re showing favour
But such a thing leaves too bad a flavour.
You stand up there to teach us stuff
About algebra and similar guff.
And to check the progress of your task,
Searching questions you do ask.
It’s pose, pause, pounce like the good book says.
As you were taught in your college days.
Some can answer. Some cannot
But only one will be put on the spot.
I listen to each problem that you set
But I’ve never been successful yet.
And here we reach the crux of the matter.
This is the reason for all my chatter
Why? When I know the answer and feel so proud;
Is it never MY name you call out loud?
But on the occasions I AM the one you pick.
Why can’t I reply without sounding thick!
Author notes
How many of you felt like that at school? and how many teachers (including me) had forgotten what that felt like?
Written June 5th, 2005
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- Humorliciousness by heartatselfdestruct.
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Thanks for reading and writing. Glad it struck a positive chord.
Jim -
Ahh, I know I've definitely felt like that before. I hate getting called on in class, I hardly know the answer. Good poem and rhyming. -Humorliciousness baaby
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That's a big compliment. Thank you.
Have you visited the sister site to this one. Oldpoetry?
try this link oldpoetry.com/authors/William%20Blake
Jim S -
Wow you are such a good writer...I dare say that I enjoy your work as much as that of William Blake!
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you cant force me to have a quote.
I know exactly what you are saying here. I do remember those days when I slithered under the desk hoping he wouldnt pick me. Then shooting my hand up until I nearly burst when I knew something only for the usual ones to be picked. At least you are aware and hopefully are redressing the problem. I am a teacher of sorts and I like to think that the kids dont think of me as some ogre that cant be approached.
You bought bck a lot of feelings for me in this one. Well written indeed. -
Very interesting Jim.
I clearly remember being desperate for attention (as I got NONE at home - which wasn't a very nice place), AND getting it.
There were teachers I remember to whom I'll always be grateful ; some who took their OWN time (eg sports AFTER school, and on Saturdays), to bring us pleasure.
I was such a pathetic individual as a child - frightened of taking up someone else's place on the planet. I had a big nose (still HAVE), which was broken several times playing soccer and rugby. Itbecame bent, and I thought it looked particularly bad from one profile, so I used to carry a book against my face so people couldn't see that profile.
How vain and pathetic is that?
Super poem.
Robin.
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