The never-ending work week rounds out with,
“Hey teach, I heard you made a sub cry?”
I can’t even make my own kids do that.
I’ve never given a black eye.
But, hey, I’ll take the clout.
I didn’t just make a sub pout,
I made her bawl.
It wasn’t the kids climbing the walls.
Nope. Not the lack of roster,
the rampant disrespect.
Nope, none of that caused her stress.
It was the red-headed reading teacher,
asking her politely
to try and keep her students from
stealing trinkets off my keys.
But, I can say I’m pleased
with the results.
Don’t mess with this lady,
she sure knows how to insult!
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