A door shone in the darkness

A man stands there in the faint light 

he stands intently, a rake in his hand, glinting sharpness

I catch a glimpse of his face, shaded by the night 

His eyes squinted and ready to brawl

My English teacher is ready to fight

He no longer wishes to see me fall

He steps slowly out of the light

slowly towards me ready to kick my tail

Yet again he will fail to get me to stop

Neither of us showing signs of letting up

Both of us ready to come out on top

he wishes to see me passed before growing up

Little does he know that he will fail

And in the end, I will inevitably bail