Pullinger

A joke that turned into a poetry challenge when a student said my good friend is her favorite teacher

Good morning student

I casually greet

I’m so glad you’re here

I’m so glad to meet

You’ll love this class

I’m sure at the end of it 

You’ll learn great many things

And I’ll be your favorite

Wait, what’s that you say? 

That can’t possibly occur? 

You already have a favorite

You say it’s Pullinger? 

Why oh why

Do you insist

That Pullinger

Is your favorite? 

Why do you so enjoy

Inflicting pain on me?

What have I done to you

That you feel so free? 

Why oh why

Do you insist

That Pullinger

Is your favorite? 

You pierce my joyful spirit

And cause it to bleed

Is this some game to you? 

Something you need? 

Why oh why 

Do you insist 

That Pullinger

Is your favorite? 

Have I not entertained? 

Have I not educated? 

Was it all for not? 

Was all my effort wasted? 

Why oh why

Do you insist

That Pullinger 

Is your favorite? 

Do you not see the pain

Etched deeply on my face?

I have no clear idea

How much I can take

Why oh why

Do you insist

That Pullinger 

Is your favorite? 

I’m truly unsure

How I can continue

Now that I know the truth

What am I to do? 

Why or why 

Do you insist 

That Pullinger 

Is your favorite?

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