Category Archives: my limerick

Day’s End

Most teachers at end of the day
Have little or nothing to say.
You’ll not hear them shout,
They’ve talked themselves out—
Their lessons are out of the way!

© 2009 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Sidelined

A kid who can’t write her own name
Will not be a part of the game.
She’ll wait on the side,
Morose and dull-eyed,
While others are climbing to fame.

 
© 2009 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Crime School

If all kids were good all the time,
This world would be nearly sublime.
But that’s not the case,
At least in this place,
Where some of the kids turn to crime.

 
© 2009 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Someone to Inspire

If kids are to know what to do,
A guide they must have—maybe you;
Someone to inspire
And set minds afire
To learn the old wisdom anew.

 

© 2009 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Weary

Today marked the end of the first week of school with kids. While there were many delightful moments along the way, the journey from Monday morning to Friday afternoon left me more than a little weary.

Thus I’m looking forward to some quality napping time on Saturday and Sunday. With slumber in mind, I leave you with this limerick:

A teacher too weary to teach
Decided to head for the beach.
“I need to unwind,
I hope you don’t mind—
I’m putting myself out of reach.”

© 2009 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Decisions, Decisions

“Decisions, decisions,” he said.
“Decisions swirl ’round in my head.
They give me great pain,
They drive me insane—
Wish I had no choices instead!”

 
© 2009 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Farewell, Summer

The end of the summer’s in sight;
To mention it gives no delight.
I’ll soon have no time
For riddle or rhyme—
I’ll be grading papers each night!

 

© 2009 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Sweet Disorder

The sweet disorder of teaching
Is better, methinks, than preaching.
For shaping a life
And making it rife
Nothing is quite so far reaching.

 

© 2009 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Hard Times

A teacher in search of a job,
In vain tried to stifle a sob.
“There’s nothing out there,”
She wailed in despair.
“My heart is beginning to throb.”

 

© 2009 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Positive Thinking

A student who thought that she could,
Did better, much better, than good;
She didn’t just pass—
Her work was first-class!
She said, “I just knew that I would!”

 

© 2009 by Magical Mystical Teacher