Tired Teacher

Tired teacher.

What are you tired of?

I think I know.

The way you sat there,

The way you stared,

The way you snapped out,

Made me worry.

I wish they would stop

But they never do.

Tired teacher,

I want you to realize

This class is worth teaching,

But I don't know how.

Tired teacher,

I want to write you

A masterpiece,

A masterpiece

For my tired teacher

So maybe you won't be

Tired of this class.

I feel bad for you,

You poor, poor teacher,

I hesitate right now.

Just please,

Don't go away.

Tired teacher,

Stay.

The End

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