My Teachers

This Sauer,
like a greek god,
with grey hair and glasses.
Not with infatuation,
but with imagination, fascination.
What caused this god to humanize,
and why my science class?

And Wiser,
wiser than a fox,
a professor in sheep's clothing,
being a fleece and jeans that is.

There's Mathes:
a teacher of sorts,
and that is, more of giggles and snorts
than of poetry and classical shorts.

And for a man named Potts,
he stops at Spam and Shasta.
If you know this man you know no words suffice,
no poetic piece could ever paint this man right.

As for Lawton,
well he's a funny character,
not really.

And Lauren, long-last-name,
plays the shame game with kenny
who plays the penis game with jared,
who sits on the other side of me from oh-so-lame.

Tucker's cool,
a little too kind
to the bunch of hooligans,
especially Ian and I,
but they're no girls in the class,
so we don't mind.

And this is my day,
my eight to five.