You got it wrong, you messed it up <br />How could you be so thick? <br />I ought to make you stand out front <br />And hit you with the Stick <br /> <br />Stop your crying and wipe your nose <br />You'll stay inside at Play <br />I won't have sloppiness in my class <br />You'll all do as I say <br /> <br />This sniv'lling wretch you see here now <br />Ignored what I had said <br />And filled the front page of his book <br />With rubbish from his head <br /> <br />Now get this through your lazy brains <br />You do as you are told <br />Or you will get your knuckles slapped <br />And stand out in the cold <br /> <br />I am here to teach you all your <br />Numbers and your letters <br />And you must learn to show respect <br />For elders and your betters <br /> <br />At five years old and four whole months <br />I learned my lesson well <br />Some teachers are a gift from God <br />And some belong in Hell.<br /><br />Martin O'Neill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/playtime-for-teachers/
