Funny Poetry on Teachers from Students

Funny poetry on teachers:
Your teacher always said in math, You wasn't very bright, As when you did your adding up, You never got it right. And though it appears so very sad, Twas teacher didn't know how to add, After all these years, to your delight, It's evident you are quite bright, You see your math was always right, For it happens just to be, That if you combine a loverly Lisa, With one fine looking fella, The product is an angel, A precious gift called Ella, So the moral of this story, And it was always meant to be, Is that teacher was so very wrong, As one and one makes three. 

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Funny poetry on teachers

I think I know What it feels like to slip into a coma. I am sitting, My teacher is rambling, And my senses are going. Slowly, I slip Into Darkness..... 

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Funny poetry on teachers

Why Poor Marks

I was just a poor student, struggling to make the grade But you were there for me; you always came to my aid. So from a student that appreciates all that you do, 

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Dear teachers The school is best hire Never, should you retire Your advice never misfires You, we really admire You never tire You never breathe fire You always inspire You always push us higher 
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That smile Those cheekbones She helps with tricky questions About anatomy I wonder about her... That smile Those cheekbones She has no idea How sexy she could... Or does she? Cheeky girl in the lab I like... 

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Funny poetry on teachers, A Teacher Is Missing

Slightly late, I ran into school 
Exuberantly yelled, “I’m here!”
Senile secretary Miss Mule
Gave me a tiny silent cheer.

“A teacher is missing!” 
She sang out to back of my head.
“A teacher’s gone AWOL,
Maybe she is injured or dead.”

Weirdly, I knew, who it was,
And also knew where she was at,
So I ran to the teachers’ lounge
Interlopers were chewing the fat.

“A teacher is missing!” one yelled at me.
I gave them a look, and they jumped out of our chairs.
Two sneaky sixth graders, having a tea.
All three of us tore off running, down the backstairs.

I ran to the gym, where was the whole school,
Touched my principal’s arm, said, “Sorry, I’m late.”
The kids surrounded us, put on quite a show.
I did not get away until six after eight.

Then I called Channel 5 to say I’m okay.
Reminded Miss Mule again who I was.
Media wanted a photo they could display.
Calling them apparently a big giant fuss.

A drab, unappealing
place, I rarely
Put my toe in there.
It is just a place to
Refrigerate my lunch.

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