A teacher with a friendly smile,
He makes our lessons fun all the while.
Gives us nicknames, one by one,
Turns every class into a game begun.

He calls me “ghost,” and laughs with cheer,
Math becomes easy when he is near.
Sometimes strict if rules we break,
Keeps best friends apart for our own sake. 😄

He tells us stories from his own school days,
Of naughty times and funny ways.
Even with jokes, he teaches right,
And helps us learn with all his might.

With logic, humor, and a clever mind,
He shows us ways that are hard to find.
A joke, a frown, a playful glare,
He makes us think, he makes us care.

He once said he was naughty too,
A secret past he shared with a few.
Yet now he guides us, firm and wise,
With kindness shining from his eyes.

He turns numbers into stories clear,
Even tricky sums we begin to cheer.
Equations, problems, logic and fun,
With him, learning is never done.

He notices when we’re sad or low,
And gives us hope to help us grow.
A guide, a mentor, a friend so true,
He makes us better in all we do.

A jester, a teacher, a guiding light,
He fills our days with joy and might.
We laugh, we learn, we sometimes fear,
Yet know he always wants us near.

If I become a teacher too,
I hope to inspire like he used to do.
With numbers, laughter, lessons to share,
I’ll carry his spirit everywhere.

And when my students call me kind,
I’ll think of him, who shaped my mind.
A teacher’s heart, so full, so rare,
A little mischief, a lot of care.