She kept proding her newborn poet
Like a teacher always quick with a challenge
Eventhough behind the ears he was still wet
To make her happy, gladly he took the plunge
Words out of her pen effortlessly stream
with a rhyme he still struggles for days
For he knows, living up to his teacher's dream
Means no quitting but excelling in many ways
With just a couple of poems under his belt
He thought he could play her like a dove
She tried reasoning with him, still she felt
A spanking is now due, only she called it tough love
Needless to say to the classroom Gigi returned
On his knees begging for being so mean
Cool Therese so glorious, beamed
I'll let it slide this time, next time the guillotine
He tried cuddling,ever so close to her he came
From her lips he stole a kiss and thanked his luck
She toyed with him, wise to his game
He made his move suddenly she cried SCOTTY BEAM ME UP
