The Charms of the Schoolmarm

a sonnet of my favorite subject in school

In my lifetime

It's so often

Been the schoolmarms

That have set off

All of my alarms

They've been the ones

That I have wanted

In my arms

They've been the ones

That I have pursued

Risking all harm...

For I cannot 

Resist the charms

Of a schoolmarm

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2025

Author's Note

Dedicated to Mrs. S and Mrs. D.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Hi Jim, I was charmed by your rhyming essay on the charms of school marms. I don’t remember having a crush on any of my teachers; I do vividly remember the aging male teacher who would put his hand down the back of my pants. As an adult, I never encountered a teacher I would have ever considered dating. As a race I found them universally so poorly read, poorly educated, boring, that I wondered how we could possibly let them teach our children. When I was in college, the people who couldn’t cut it in their first and even second choice majors, typically ended up in education. I suppose my remarks are going to anger a lot of readers if they take note.

[Desert Knave]

Thanks. I fell for a teacher in grade school, and in the 7th & 8th grade I was all about a teacher in her late 20s.

[John the Baptist]

Yes, I recall falling for the charms of a few young schoolteachers. Odd that I never dated one later. Possibly feared on some level I'd get a bad grade.

[Desert Knave]

LOL Thanks. Yeah, teachers always called to me. ~Jim