Ode to The Pole Teachers by T.S.

Quick, quick and please be right on time

Someone fly wingless to my side

A stranger, my pole parent, or a friend just fine,

Please catch my slipping body straight from the sky.

Teacher promised this pole trick is a real hoot

She’s a liar and a menace, we should give her the boot.

Delusions of grandeur, pole dreams up in flames

As my life flashes before me, I’m taking down names.

But, wait, it’s teacher, here to finally earn her keep

She’s rushing, she’s jumping, and with one great big leap,

She’s caught me and lands me perfectly from the flip

And causally mentions…I used the wrong grip.