My dearest teacher

How do you feel

Do remember the time

You were the Bitch on Wheels

 

Now I do thank you

For being patient with me in 8th grade math

You were certainly more

Than mom and dad

 

You did instill the importance of reading

An attribute that tends to wane and wax

But 7th grade you must've been the inspiration

For Elton John's "The Bitch is Back"

 

Thank you for your lesson in mercy

When three of us tried to finagle money

You must've been in a wax

It damn sure wasn't funny

 

Oh and there was the lesson in politics

Concerning the 3-wheeled table

In order for my friend to win the Spelling Bee

You tried to render me disabled

 

And the final indictment

The 4 week period in 2002

Were you on your rag

When you decided to paddle for things minute

 

Oh yes-that paddle

Pink painted and long

Used for 19 years

By the weak and strong

 

Remember that count off

And an interruption on your part that left me confused

You displayed your wrath on my keister

As I was bent over your sitting stool

 

Of course it hurt needless to say

You, though then 53,

Played tennis before the Williams sisters

And did a stint in the military

 

And I- 12, short and petite

Went three days

Unable to sit

Due to two licks of blistering pain

 

Nearly 15 years have passed

And my view of you remains mixed

But one day

That will be fixed

 

So enjoy your day

When you look back on those 2.6 decades

Remember those like me

You helped to scar in your wake