she is a walking
Webster's dictionary.
a human volume
of strunk and white.
she carries a ruler
to smack your knuckles
for misspelled words,
or grammar not quite right.
she's a teacher through
and through, with her glasses
and black sweaters,
long dresses, hair pulled
into a bun,
neat and tight.
you fear the wrath of her,
as you hunch over your desk
composing each new poem,
cowering in the dark of night.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
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