Thread: Not for teacher

Now I was young and easy

From under a Southern Cross.
Gathering the teacher's gaze
One that mimics your boss.

I'm a mixture of gravity and waggery

But she will tell me when to stop.
One sage, two clowns
but I am nothing to her but slop.



(The first line is borrowed from an already published poem, I have used it with the concept of starting with someone's own idea and creating my own story from it)

start a thread in poetry challenge with the next one, see where other people take a first line.
Too many 'but's in that last three lines