The Society In My English Class

To my English class a tired-boned child comes
To seek a kind teacher who her master will become.
In this striking case, the child....is I.

How did our dear Lord blind my eyes?!
How did I not manage to see through my teacher's snares and traps?!
How, how, how?

At first sight she gave me a kind, warm smile
And launched into her ambitious but seemingly practical plans
Regarding how she will teach us, plus her obsession with Japan.

I smiled back, exiting the class happy,
As I thought it would be smooth like all my past years
But alas, I mustn't have had my ears
For I lost my caution.......

Which became one of my forever mistakes....

Oh, how she showered me with her smiles!
Oh, how she clapped and told me I wasn't vile!

Ha! This was what she called kindness.
Kindness!
Even Mr. Bumble could do better!
And at least he still gave his boys gruel!
I got nothing but my teacher's cruel!
She was worse than Wackford Squeers
But that didn't bother my peers......
It almost seemed as if I were the only one who cares...
Nobody else even stared.

"Please, ma'am.....I would like to improve my grade in your class.  You see, it's only a 93....I would like to max your class......"
"You must address me as Madame Moffett. And how come you dislike my books?"
"Madame Moffett, I dislike your books because I simply can't look!"
"Well, TELL ME WHERE I WENT WRONG!"
"You didn't go wrong, you prong! You failed!"

And that ended whatever taste she had for European curses
And she threw me out, worse than the Trunchbull ever threw poor Amanda Thripp.........
R.I.P.