Ode to a teacher,

Your hair that is white as snow,

Your pen is like a sword,

It gives my grades a final death blow.

 

Ode to a teacher,

I do not know my vocab well,

Your hurtful and demeaning words,

Make me want to send you straight to hell.

 

Ode to a teacher,

Your shrill and annoying voice,

I would remove your tongue if I could,

But alas, it is not my choice.

 

Ode to a teacher,

Who takes the fire from my eyes,

I wish upon you the same fate as Prometheus,

May eagles feast on you until you beg for demise.

 

Ode to a teacher,

Who wants to bring out the best of me,

But under that devious facade,

You want to hang me from a tree.

 

Ode to a teacher,

The final bell has rung,

Your face as we leave the room clearly reads,

"I shall not quit untill I have won."