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Let's Hear It for Teachers


Let’s hear it for teachers,

a curious crew.

There isn’t a limit

to what they will do –


they mark all your work

and they do not despair

when you still cannot tell

between ‘there’, ‘their’ and ‘they’re’.


They tell you the same thing

again and again

while you sit staring blankly

and chewing your pen.


Sometimes their job

isn’t terribly fun,

with scary inspectors

and scarier mums,


and screaming young children

and meddling MPs

picking holes in their work

like a lump of Swiss cheese.


But listen to me

for I swear that it’s true:

the reason they teach is

they care about you.


The reason they get up

at stupid o’clock

is to give you the key

that will open the lock.


They’re desperate to help you

to be at your best,

to be better people

(not just pass a test);


to do well, to think well

and walk tall with pride.

Let’s hear it for teachers,

for there [x] their [x] they’re on your side.


(published in I Don't Like Poetry



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