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This poem was inspired by Mrs. Dianne McGee’s post earlier on Face Book.


It was the very first day of school 
In Mrs. Thompson’s 5th. Grade class 
An untruth came from inside her 
That probably wouldn’t be the last 

She’d said she loved everyone of them
But in reality one of them just didn’t suit her eye 
The ragged clothes, his unkempt ways 
And the boy sometimes would cry 

She’d noticed him the year before 
And for some reason he just didn’t fit in 
His body odor, his wayward eyes 
And his frame that seemed pretty thin 

She prayed he’d just quit her class 
And no longer put a burden on the school 
She delighted in giving him big lettered F’s 
As she just thought of him as a fool 

Today was the day for student evaluations 
And boy was she going to toss the book 
At the ragged good for nothing kid 
That probably would become just a crook 

She decided to read what his other teachers wrote 
And sat back in her easy chair 
A surprised look came upon her face 
As she could only blink and stare 

Miss Ellen, his first grade teacher 
Said he was a joy to be around 
And his second grade teacher agreed 
No finer student could be found 

His third grade teacher however 
Said he just couldn’t seem to adjust 
Since his mother died of leukemia 
There was nobody he would trust 

The fourth grade teacher told of his dad 
A drunkard who beat Timmy now and again 
The boy then went inside his shell 
And that’s where he’s always been 

Mrs. Thompson was beside herself 
Lord if she had only known 
She wouldn’t have put Timmy down 
While she sat highly upon her throne 

Today was Mrs. Thompson birthday 
And the children brought presents in 
All wrapped and sealed at the store 
“Now where shall I begin?” 

She opened every present 
And thanked each child in return 
But when she saw a wrinkled bag
Her eyes just watered and burned 

Inside the bag was a half empty bottle 
Of perfume Timmy had saved of his mom’s
She sprayed some upon her and smiled 
For what little Timmy had done 

When recess rolled around at last 
And the other children ran out to play 
Timmy spoke to Mrs. Thompson 
“You smelled just like my mommy today”
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