Another Poem About the 4th Graders

Another poem about the 4th Graders. They outsmart us almost every day, every step of the way, and they are taller, They program computers, and when we talk, their computers do holler. They jump on our toes, and they hold us close to their faces. They refuse to take a seat, and they stand in our faces. They are too savvy to work, and they eat all of our food. They tell us they will not do it, which puts us in a mood. They study up on the internet how to get a teacher fired. We do not tell this to the new teachers, until they are hired. They say bad things about us, and they make fun of our teeth. They text each other during math, hiding their phones underneath Their hoodies which they are not supposed to wear, but they refuse to take off. If you know some fourth graders, you know they will make fun of you and scoff. We get out of their way when we see them march down the hall, They are the fourth graders so big, bad and tall. We are the teachers, and we are terrified of their fits. They are the fourth graders, who scare us out of our wits.