It is a retrospection
back to the days of my childhood
remember Miss. David
a burly woman with powerful glasses
screwed up my ears when I misspelt
caned me if I went wrong in the tenses
gave a kuttu in my head
if I added wrongly
held me close to her bosom
If I recited my multiplication tables correctly
It was a rigour more of in a kind
was also fun in a way
learning under supervision
not an ordinary one
one with punishment immediate
had a bonafide result
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2 replies on “Miss. David –My Teacher.”
really loved reading this…went nostalgic! 🙂 thanks for sharing!
Thanks, Ruby for your lovely comment.