Who is a good teacher?
The kind who never takes a test.
Dare she take one, wouldn’t it be naive
For her to expect you to resist from cheating
The one to never turn you out
For the class is meant to be a pandemonium.
The one who pardons your lack of interest
Because she is being paid to speak
And not to make you listen.
Poke fun or point a finger,
Smiling is the sole proposition.
As a teacher is to be bereft of sentiments
To take offence at indiscretion;
While she is to be sensitive
To make up for your attendance.
Unbecoming for whom is to give a question
One of your own to solve,
Unless she desires to mock your incompetence.
A good teacher consumes herself
In the task of honing you;
To make you slog in the act of amelioration
Is nothing short of inhumanity.
Facing a class nodding in agreement
The new teacher grins devilishly and utters
Then be pleased to know I possess
Not one fiber of a good teacher.