Poem: "This Teacher of Mine Came Alive"

A fun little poem I wrote a few months back.

I once had a teacher who loved Shakespeare.
This teacher had false teeth 
And would use the time between classes
To brush furiously.
She’d tell us of England and Avon; she’d talk of the world-famous Globe,
This teacher had breath like dragons, though,
And clearly was growing old. 
Brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush, brush...
Minty fresh, all right. 
This woman was a spinster
And wept alone each night. 
She’d saturate her pillowcase with salty, lonely tears;
She’d been alone so many years
And had only so much fight. 
But say the words, “Ethiop’s ear” or “world’s a stage” or
“Thus, with a kiss I die,” 
And this teacher of mine came alive, all right, 
This teacher of mine came alive.