Ode to the Problem Student

Here is a poem I wrote for my mechanics teacher. He has a little jar that has inscribed on it "Ashes of a Problem Student. I thought that this was an opportunity too great not to take. so here is the poem I wrote to go inside his jar.






Ashes of a Problem Student


Here in this little urn
Are the ashes of a student who did burn.
She never did listen to Mr. Lloyd
And with his patience how she toyed.
By misplacing tools,
And sitting around on stools.
Until one day, while leaning on the four-poster
She used the cutting torch as a toaster
Oh she should have listened to what Mr. Lloyd told her
But she slipped and pulled the trigger closer
She aimed it at the acetylene tank,
This blew up and off the wall it did bank
Into the shop it careened
While other students cried and screamed.
It knocked down Mr. Lloyd, but on it went,
Until it landed on the cement,
This is the end not yet,
For it ignited once again like a jet.
But the student who started it all
Behind the flame she did fall.
All they found was but a scorch
Of the problem student who lit the torch.





Sam Glasgow