Truthfully you're a vampire,
You must be thousands of years old with centuries of knowledge
Yet you decided to come to my school.
With all those centuries of ideas
You stumbled into my seventh grade English classroom
The class above me labeled you Vondoom and you gladly stuck with it
Embracing your vampiristic traits, never changing
Similar to your clothing style
But lately you wear fewer bow ties.
Miss Vondoom do you remember our journals?
To me the bright yellow notebook I used complimented your class perfectly
It even comes with a nice little warning:
"Once you open up this book you will land in a world full of gummy bears, cannibalism, and pure weirdness."
A fun yet bright looking notebook to distract from all the magic inside.
Perhaps everything is in invisible ink
If I just looked at it in a different light I would finally see the directions for time travel
Then I would time travel to a day of braces and a passion for simply expressing myself
What if I time travelled to the day we dedicated an hour to eating Japanese snacks
And watching a web series about lesbian vampires
Maybe you were trying to tell me something...
Or the day I realized presenting isn't so bad if it's something I like
Standing in front of my class talking
I always had to be the last to present
If I was first nobody else would have time to present
It's easy to simply say thank you
But it's not how I want to show you my gratitude
Instead take this poem on behalf of one of your students
With your vampiric knowledge you've shown me many things
I'll try to remember
my ability to fly,
my custard pie,
my homework that's due in a day,
In exchange, please remember us non-vampiric humans are here to support you
even when you outlive us
Live strong in a thousand years