Her teacher told her a telling tale
of typical teenage turmoil
her own tale
and it was all true.
Learn from me, don't do as I did,
learn the lesson the easy way,
as tutors typically say.
Touched and teary
by the story
she thought she might
want to write a poem
with all the emotional vividry...
She mused on this
as the class continued.
But then,
the teacher yawned
and apologized
for her dreary demeanor
that day, distracting her
another way.
The teacher then explained
how her little baby boy,
had nightmares the night before
keeping her awake until 4,
it was about dinosaurs
inside his pillowcase.
She scribbled all this frantically,
the poem coming faster than she
could write.
She missed the end of the lecture,
but got the point,
she learned a lesson
she will never forget,
poetry is taught in many ways.
Image of painting by Franz Nölken [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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