Mixed Up Priorities

She’d always stand tall and proud,

performing her duties well.

Her students though saw not the value

and wished for her farewell.

For The longer she was ill,

the more days she was missing

The more classes to be wild,

happy to not be listening

Her absence meant a space,

no other teacher to replace.

A room so full yet a lack of discipline.

The classroom now a menagerie

Fun and games the priority,

In the end the teacher’s bed,

for her was already made

It was now for the students,

to make their own way.

For there remained a syllabus,

which needed to be completed.

But sadly they showed no interest,

as for learning she beckoned,

The teacher’s return to her duties,

was sadly never welcomed.