"My teacher wasn't half as nice as yours seems to be.
His name was Mister Unsworth and he taught us history.
And when you didn't know a date he'd get you by the ear
And start to twist while you sat there quite paralysed with fear.
He'd twist and twist and twist your ear and twist it more and more.
Until at last the ear came off and landed on the floor.
Our class was full of one-eared boys. I'm certain there were eight.
Who'd had them twisted off because they didn't know a date.
So let us now praise teachers who today are all so fine
And yours in particular is totally divine."
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Mr Unsworth
From guest Kelly King (contact)
My daughter read this poem online and told it to me and i couldn't stop laughing. -
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LOL
A very amusing write by a great writer...
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Well I'm certainly glad they don't do that anymore. ;-) It really funny!
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Ouch
This never happened to girls in my classes but the poor boys got this all the time, public humiliation, twisted ear, slipper across the backside, it had the desired effect though - pity it had to stop really (kidding)
Loved the rhyme in this.
Von
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