Dave Tanwar - New Job

Met a friend of mine, and asked how do you do?
She said I’m doing fine, just got a job, wooohoooo!

Congratulations honey, don’t you deserve a treat?
She said: Of course I do, something really sweet!

She is a dropp dead gorgeous looking high school teacher.
If I were in her clothes I’d rather be a preacher.

So I asked myself: What the heck will she teach?
No student of her is gonna listen to her speech!

What might she be able to teach? I spent hours just to think.
Hours passed away like a second, in a blink.

She’s still a sweet mystery.
Too romantic for history.

Chemistry? My conclusion, it would be a waste;
her eyes like heat of fusion, they intoxicate.

Her smile breaks every law of Attraction;
and Physics is full of Newton and Gravitation

Cooking she might deem,
But she is one of high esteem,

I still wonder what she might teach,
It’s not as easy as to preach! !

Dave Tanwar

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