For a little child a teacher is special. It is difficult for a small child to think of his / her teacher as an
ordinary person.
Where do all the teachers go?
When it’s four o’ clock?
Do they live in houses?
And do they wash their socks?
Do they wear pyjamas?
And do they watch TV?
And do they pick their noses
The same as you and me?
Do they live with other people?
Have they mums and dads?
And were they ever children
And were they ever bad?
Did they ever, never spell right?
Did they ever make mistakes?
Were they punished in the corner?
If they pinched the chocolate flakes?
Did they ever lose their hymn books?
Did they ever leave their greens?
Did they scribble on the desk tops?
Did they wear old dirty jeans?
I’ll follow one back home today
I’ll find out what they do
Then I’ll put it in a poem
That they can read to you.
PETER DIXON
English Poems for Kids, Famous poems, Short poems. Poems for Children. Rhyming poems.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
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