Limerick Poems About Teachers | Teacher Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Susan Palli |
Categories: school

Gym Class

MrEdgy was a nervous young  teacher,
who taught  his class like a preacher.
The pupils’ delight, 
was to put up a fight,
so they could be thrown from  the bleacher.

Now one of the students named Buster
gathered all of the courage he could muster
to give him advice, 
and make him think twice,
about how he could teach without fluster.

They all were surprised the next day,
when MrEdgy allowed them to play.
He had taken great heed,
became friendly indeed,
and the students had no more dismay.


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: confusion, lifewords, me, world, slam, me, mother, slam,

Slam Hurts!!!!!....

                 Slammed by
Mother...President...Teacher...Poet...&...Form


            A MOTHERS LOVE
Mother always called me a lousy kid, with a shove
I was the only kid she wanted to get rid of
On my head she always smacked me hard.
She would always slam me calling  me a retard
My mother gave me the best slamming love.

((( my mother the best slammer there ever was)))
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           WE ARE THE WORLD
Slam back at any country, at any given event
I feel bad for any so called President.
"WE THE PEOPLE" the Republic and the Democrat.
Slamming each other talking crap
In a world full of slam and argument.

((( The world toughest fight is slam not war )))
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              TEACHERS PET
Our teachers kept on and on how we where wrong with a fuzz.
She just stood there and slammed each and everyone of us.
Making us write an essay on broken rules.
Kept us all after school calling us stupid fools
Who knew teachers where allowed to slam and cuss?

((( Teachers words of slam can ruin any future )))
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             ROAD BLOCK
Have you ever heard of a poet blocker.
All they are is a slam stocker
They over abuse their blocking right.
Trying to make other poets fight.
Always trying to slam a point across, like a mocker.

((( Hating against any form of poetry is a slam it self )))
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            JUDGING CONTEST
Can you guess that slam is just a risky business
Picking out the best slam words from the rest.
Testing out a form we don't know how to let it  flow.
Darn the soup for putting slam on the box below.
Even the best have join my slamming contest.

((( Thank you Soup for SLAMMING us with your A-Z list-form)))
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Poem Details | by Cecilia Macfarlane |
Categories: education, funny, school,

Truth In Numbers

"THE whole truth and nothing but the truth"......


I flunked my math test and I never felt so blue
Geometry I could just not do
Algebra came easy
Other subjects were breezy
Sadly off the honor roll I flew.

Was the very first time I failed a test
I should have cheated to avoid the stress
But that would be wrong
My morals were too strong
I felt like a failure I must confess.

Teacher moved my desk way up in the front
My eyesight is not the problem I grunt
He said, just pay attention
Or I will add detention
You will learn, his intentions were blunt.

Many hours I tried to comprehend
I think his teaching skills I did offend
Plenty of intimidation
Loads of frustration 
For I did not learn 'G' in the end.

By: Cecilia Macfarlane 02/27/12012
For: Truth!! Or Dare Contest
Sponsor: Destroyer ~ Poet 


Poem Details | by mostafa zaki |
Categories: death, loss, car, silver,

Getting away with murder and murderous thoughts The Egyptian edition

With one glance of her eyes you would turn to stone her icy glare would chill to the bone i talk about our Arabic teacher a vile and very nasty creature a shot in the head is not enough for that creature is very tough i would love to slit her throat with a knife or maybe cut of her head with a scythe a sprinkle of cyanide in her morning drink or throw her in tar and watch her sink booby trap her chair ,so it would explode tie her to a car and drag her down the road put her in a guillotine and chop of her head stab her with a dagger and watch as she bled put a bomb in her house and reduce it to ash cut the brakes on her car so she would hit and crash drive a stake through her heart and burn her with fire get her assassinated by soldiers for hire put a rope around her neck , and push her off a tower throw acid at her in a hailing shower maybe silver bullets from a silver gun dip her in oil and into the sun but nothing will work from what i have said because you cant kill something that's already undead
BY: Mostafa Zaki


Poem Details | by kash poet |
Categories: funny,

Birds and the Bees


"Do you know 'bout birds and the bees?" One day my son asked suddenly, "Just ask your teacher, she would know better" "No Dad she is yet to marry!" =============000============== By:kash poet


Poem Details | by Jason Talbott |
Categories: funny, school, class, class,

Math Quiz

In arithmetic, he wasn't strong.
This math quiz was taking so long.
It was hard to divide.
Still, he tried till he cried,
but the answers kept coming out wrong.

He would solve and immediately doubt
if he'd taken the most proper route.
He'd retry, but alas,
by the end of the class,
his eraser was simply worn out.

The bell rangThe quiz was now due,
but his sheet was a sad sight to view.
There was nothing but air
in assorted spots where
the eraser wore all the way through

The tests were collected and sent
to the teacher for gradingShe went
through each page in the stack
and then handed them back.
He saw his grade: ninety percent!

He pondered his luck with a frown...
To the head of the class from class clown?
Was he smart? Well not quite,
every one he got right
had shown through from the next paper down!


Poem Details | by Mark Goodson |
Categories: childhood, for children, happiness, inspirational, life, phi

These Coming Summer Days

Tis splendor in the grass these coming summer days
America’s youth can have their privileged adolescent ways
Swimming and playing or simply being laid back
They have little worries without any teacher’s flack
Enrich they youngish self before the inevitable groans of early Mondays


Poem Details | by mostafa zaki |
Categories: for children,

Why school is not cool

At 6 AM the alarm clock screams interrupted from beautiful dreams A frowning teacher screaming in your face shouts with anger and says "you're a disgrace" no free time at home , there is homework to do teachers inventing new ways to torture you at the end of the day ,if you learned nothing you're a fool this is why a school is not cool
BY: Mostafa Zaki 8 line challenge poem 10/10/2011


Poem Details | by Rhea Daniel Dear |
Categories: school,

My, My, What the Sickens

The story of school starting is here
It began with a bell and a cheer
Bob brought a talking chicken
My, my, what the sickens
Harridan Teacher silenced them with fear


Poem Details | by Martin Kloess |
Categories: funny, games, humor, sexy,

Class Is In Session

A game that my wife and I played
To teacher I would be an aide 
My best I applied
To pass test I tried
And at breakfast I’d wait for grade


Poem Details | by JACQUELYN STURGE |
Categories: funny,

THE TEACHER

There once was a teacher from Trenton
who tried, but he couldn't keep his belt on,
His pants they would fall
on his knees he would crawl,
And the children, they all paid attention.


Poem Details | by POET. UNDERTAKER |
Categories: humor,

Final Instalment ,a hypothesis





Once there was a teacher by name Jenish Anthony "the Holy"
represented success by the simple equation  “E=C2” coolly
“E” success in any endeavor of value
“C” uncompromising pursuit of a value 
Bloody this hypothesis of Jenish"the great teacher" is no folly!


Poem Details | by Francis J Nelly |
Categories: humor, school, teacher,

Mr Ursa

Mr Ursa, my phys ed teacher
Has quite an unusual feature.
During period eight,
He seems to hibernate
Underneath the gymnasium bleacher


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: humorous, soccer, sports,

Coach, Coached

Working in physical education Blond teacher had a realisation Spotting a young boy alone Standing all on his own Her curiosity, frustration Young man, why are you all on your own To the others, why are you disowned Well, I'm not the teams sweeper I'm their bloody goalkeeper Please Miss Coach, it's time you went home <*>