I once had a teacher, let’s call her Mrs J.

She taught ‘O’ level French, and really was ok.

 

I learnt a lot in class, I never thought I would,

But she seemed to have a way to make me think I could.

 

She once went on a trip, my school had set it up;

I didn’t go myself, it clashed with the world cup.

 

They went across to France to brush up on their French,

But then they missed a train, it really was a wrench.

 

It was the striking guards that caused this little hitch;

Her boss was really mad, he almost had a fit.

 

He had an angry rant at all the striking guards;

Mrs J then said she learnt lots of new French words!