The Bear

Here is a less than flattering poem I had written about a substitute teacher that I had only heard about but had never encountered until my junior year. She reminded me of a school marm from the turn of the century - and I don't mean this century. Subs have it hard because there is always at least one student who acts up and ruins it for the rest of the class. Today's feature: The Bear If you painted her last name You ’ d have a picture of a “ Bear ” Or the ancient braud herself The decrepit lady with blue hair We see the old grouch Come back year after year Why, this lady is so old She went to school with Shakespeare She was born to be a teacher She knew that from the start And after years of teaching She bought a genuine handcart . She taught [near] little reservoirs And on the Mississippi plain One of her students was Samuel Clemens Know to us a Mark Twain. When she came to Jordon Di...