My Funny Poem
I wrote a poem. I turned it in.
My teacher read it with a grin.
He looked so pleased, I thought he’d cry.
A tear was welling in his eye.
He smiled so wide, I have to say,
I knew I’d nail an easy A.
He chuckled, and I felt so proud
To hear my teacher laugh out loud.
He held his sides and read some more.
He wound up rolling on the floor.
He giggled like a girl, and then
Stood up and read my poem again.
He snickered, snorted, shouted, “D’oh!”
“Excuse me kids, I gotta go.”
His face turned red as off he ran,
Still snickering, to use the can.
He didn’t make it there to pee.
My poem came back. I got a D!
— Donna Murphy
Reprinted by permission of the author.