Mr. Sharif

The eloquent Ms. Kuei,
Unfortunately was away,
So a bold new man stepped in,
A man of wit and brown skin,
A man of Indian and African descent,
A man with the eyes of a serpent,
A man that taught with elegance,
A man that graded with sense,
A man that gave Bs and Cs,
A man that took roll with ease
A man that made you stand,
If you didn’t raise your hand,
Though my time with him was brief,
He stole my heart like a thief,
I almost always call him the chief,
Because there is no other Mr. Sharif!

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