Stop it!

Stop looking over my shoulder please,
Stop shaking your head in queer,
Stop telling me what is right and wrong,
Stop hanging by my rear.

I really do not need your help,
I am old enough myself,
You treat me like I am asinine,
Go and help yourself.

Stop looking at me in that way,
Stop checking all my work,
Stop telling me things I do not know,
It is driving me berserk.

And when I tell my parents,
I tell them of your score,
They shake their heads and giggle,
Well that’s what teachers are for!