SONNET XCII - BRIAN

Upon his desk, the English teacher jumped
so bent was he to get it through our heads
that we should learn while in our chairs we slumped
adrift in dreams, as though our desks were beds
Long theses he projected on the screen
that would have made the academics clap
but they transcended all we'd ever seen
and drove us deeper into daily naps
But now I'm old, and write what poems I can
Calliope in me had been released
From high atop the desk by that wild man
He stirred the muse and I have never ceased
   A mighty mind is something to behold
   When that mind teaches, legends will be told