Toots In Boots Poem by John Sensele

A click on my keyboard
A leak in my pocket
A tick on my blackboard
When my students crave for my solution sprocket.

A comment on my student's script
A moment a student savours
A torment I sink into a crucible crypt
When I draw pride from my students endeavours.

A week in my living room
A peek in my offspring's performance
A freak I excise from my bracket broom
When in the middle of the night I ponder reasons for rotund romance.

A foot my domestic doorway
A hoot for which I no longer care
A boot in my pathology pathway
When I determine enough time my students I ought to spare.