Friday, April 11, 2008
I am Engrish Teacha!
Teaching Englishee velee haard
It does to dlive-us away the baard
Especiary when styoo-dunt says eet best
that "praying sportsu relieves my stless"
You cannot-- cannot-- make to laugh
As teacha, must to do not make them cry
You must leally help your styoo-dunt learn
Even dough you feel like die
(Oh so solly Teacha, "Die-ying";
"Feel like dying")
The onry thingus keep you sane
When listuning Engrish cause you pain
are fact daht styoo-dunts are your fliends
and, daht "soon" is when bad rhyming ends
ESL is a priestly vocation and
you ain't alone in thinking this--
Us ESL teachers need a long vacation.
Poking fun at the job, okay? not my students.
Many of them are dedicated, disciplined professionals who want a better life in places where English is spoken as a language of power and commerce. And I do want to help them, with most of my heart.
Written for Poem a Day.