3 AM Poetry Cafe
Poetry of any kind, especially those that come up on sleepless nights
Monday, February 2, 2004
Tyrannosaurus Teacher
The first grade teacher looked powerful and tall
like a dinosaur with gnashing teeth.
We avoided making any sounds, because we knew
how he had punished us in the past,
by twisting our ears like the dial on a radio.
On the playground we were terrible, biting beasts.
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