I am a teacher of English. Aren’t I?
Every body likes you. Don’t they?
Or doesn’t he? What is this?
Am I making unnecessary fuss?
You are still the lover of only the class
Will you ever be the darling of the mass?
If somebody knows you, he becomes a boss.
If anybody ignores you, she will be at a loss
You are difficult to spell
The only thing we do is to yell
Your description is mere hammer
But you have a lot of glamour
You are expanding like the universe
Even a foolish poet like me writes your verse
You are the queen of all speakers
And will surely stay for all ages