There were two.
Like night and day,
they were:
one a reed
the other an oak.
With zeal
they both taught English:
drill sergeants
on the outside,
gummy bears on the inside.
They lit fires
all over the damn place,
looking straight at the pupils
to see if the tinder caught,
fanning any flicker of flame.
They left their marks,
those Mary Ellens,
on scores and scores
of pock-marked,
sissy-faced
know-it-alls.
Most of those kids
grew up,
fiercely passionate,
a blaze in their souls
for words.
And you can bet your bottom dollar
they know just where
to put those commas!

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PAD 22 in November

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Mr. ________,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. (Feel free to replace the Mr. title with Mrs., Ms., Miss, Dr., etc.)

I had two spectacular English teachers in Grades 8 and 9. They both left their fingerprints all over me.  And I love them to bits!