School Poetry: Retrospective - Our Science Teacher

Our Science Teacher

Mr Lawrence lurches,

Judders, skitters about.

Grasping arms – upheld,

Strangely fleshed out.

A daily thriller dance

As he doles out our work.

Making test tube brews

With a swivel and a jerk.

But when he speaks science

He sparks into life,

Talk of electricity,

Dissection and ‘the knife’.

And he’ll mutter about

Reanimation

Which isn't on our

Examination,

But,

Despite the bolts on his neck

And a square patchwork head

Our Science teacher

Is truly dead good.