Oh, Bonita!


Calling our professor by her first name, well, it was just not right.
Sure, we all knew she was never going to be a friend but only a fright.

She drilled us with nouns, adjectives, verbs, and a preposition or two;
Over and over and over again until parts of speech were all could spew.

Despite our fear and our loathing for the subject matter at hand,
we nevertheless learned all the content she had for us planned.

So, thank you Professor Bonita for all that you taught us.
Even after all we endured we know that grammar smarts are A+!

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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