Our teachers are from planet Mars,
They come in UFOs instead of cars
Their single green eye darts from here to there
Don’t go near them; don’t you dare!
They’ll chatter on about the French Revolution
Until you’re lost in a sea of utter confusion
They’ll poke you in the eye with a compass
And then say ‘Oh don’t make such a fuss’
They love to devour human flesh
Savoring it with wire mesh
They’ll tell you to keep a book on the rack
And then steal your candy behind your back
Their chatter about theories will never abate
Who cares whether for the next class you’re getting late
Who knows what their next dreaded question is
Does it matter? It’s not like you know what the answer is
To top it all, around every corner they will lurk
To ask you ‘Have you done your homework? ‘
- Jasmine Kaur
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