Wow. Great poem, but now I even hate the teacher because of this!

Well, that says it all. I never really KNEW him, but I always heard you complaining about him, and the few times we met, well, he was less than polite.
One time I came from gym with a big box full of stuff for him, and he just looked as though the gym teacher was CRAZY for trusting a GIRL to carry those boxes ALL THE WAY DOWN THE HALL PAST THE TWO CLASSROOMS.
Well, now that I've shared that, I feel better.
~O-O~

Great work. That sounds like a stupid teacher. Thanks for your review

Oh oh oh! Pick me pick me...
and you're balding
find some Rogaine
and maybe a life as well.
Lord knows there's more to mine
then sports and living hell.
hm... wonder if he'll ever know?
Nice job!
LG

Ha, no lie, I had a math teacher last year named Mr. P and he could fit the description in this poem... Though, I think he was more of a bumbling idiot than a sexist pig. My class was awful to him.
You get you point across perfectly, without any extra words to get in the way of it. Nice job.

I normally don't like hating pieces, but this was mildly funny and very well phrased. The rhythm and tone and smooth while mocking.