Sonnet on Classroom Language

When hearing the mellow tone of your voice
Expectations of edification
Bring forth anticipation to rejoice
To be dashed by words of dictation

For the bard, language is a symphony
For the student, asserting independence
Making it like the tide of February
Which leaves a flat of sun dried seaweed stench

Eternal hope remains in our hearts
As the boys to men become more mature
Image of ego centered universe
Replaced with the yoke of work for future

But all the while before transformation
The burden rests heavily for audition