If I were old, and bald, and sort of deaf
I’d still be teaching kids without much grace
Rapidly approaching my own brain death
You’d see me, not caring how much they lose face
Filling my pen from the old red inkwell
Reading some Exam Paper. “Load of crap,”
I’d say – “Tried to teach his father as well;
Yes, a lot of drivel on this last scrap.”
And when the tests are done and yoof unread
I’d drive myself back home and cry - ‘nuff said
Inspired by Siegfried Sassoon's 'Base Details'.
See also: Poems not by Philip Larkin and not by Wilfred Owen.