One of my favourite poems were written by a man named Kenn Nesbitt. It is called, Our Teacher Sings The Beatles.
Our teacher sings The Beatles. She must know every song. We ask her please to stop but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long." And then she croons like Elvis. She clearly thinks it's cool. And if we beg her not to she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel." She then does Michael Jackson. It drives us nearly mad. We have to cover up our ears because she's singing, "Bad." She winds up with The Wiggles or else a Barney song, and, even worse, she tells us all that we should sing along. It's all my fault she does this. I feel like such a fool. I wish I'd never brought my karaoke box to school.
Kenn Nesbitt has a talent, and it is to write poems.