With his big moustache and baldy heid
His big long nails he’s a sight indeed
He disnae teach Shakespeare, but the modern ones
Miller, Salinger and other sons of a gun
He introduced me to many authors
All men I’m afraid, nobody’s daughter
He was a wonderful teacher, who knew his stuff
And when I dogged school, he called my bluff
Whit the hell is this, my father shouted
Charlie’s letter, I’d been outed
Next day in school, he didn’t crack a light
Cos that was his way, hoping I just might
Pursue my studies with gusto and vigour
Come to his classes, and deliver
The top notch stories he wanted from me
And not stay at home, just drinking coffee
I heard he got married for a second time
From what I heard it suited him fine
But sadly this happiness was taken from him
When his heart stopped beating RIP Charlie Jackson
Charlie was a fabulous teacher, loved by all the students he taught. I never did apply myself as much I could’ve. But now at sixty, I am making up for lost time. And that passion he gave me for literature has never left me. If I ever get published, he will get a mention.