I am an English teacher. Aren’t I?
Every body likes you. Don’t they?
Or doesn’t he? What is this?
Am I making unnecessary fuss?

You are still the lover of only the class
Will you ever be the darling of the mass?
If somebody knows you, he becomes a boss.
If anybody ignores you, she will be at a loss

You are difficult to spell
The only thing we do is to yell
Your  description is mere hammer
But you have a lot of glamour

You are expanding like the universe
Even a foolish poet like me writes your verse
You are the queen of all speakers
And will surely stay for all ages