'The Lesson Plan', a poem by John B. Moss

Site Map

Start Here?

The children chattering on their way to school
Have carefree minds and such,
Each day the teacher lays down the rule: Oh,

Let's not give them too much...
Elapsed the time, and years go by,
So soon the fleeting hours,
Student was, now teacher, cries
Oh, let's not give as ours So,
Now the standard's lower, some, and

Perchance the time will come, when
Learned teachers seem a myth
And school is just a lark; we wonder,
Now we wonder -
'How did those ages get so dark?'

John B. Moss, 30 April 1993

To get the full effect of this poem, install the font 'Dear Teacher-Normal' from the downloads available in the Features Page - the PassWord is 'dearteacher' (without the quotes).
Tell John how you liked "The Lesson Plan":

Yes No No Opinion

Previous by John B. Moss
"Male Dream Thing"

Next by John B. Moss:
"Time Traveler NOW"

Guidelines		The Quick Navigator				HTML Help
Your URL	Home	Features	Table of Contents	Authors	Sign G'Book	Humor
Peace	Links	Bookstore	Submissions	E-mail	View G'Book	Problems?

the Online Writer is a member of

Some material on this site may have been copied from the Public Domain, and I would like to credit the original authors of any such material. Thank you.