Chitter Chatter Bitter Batter

Chitter chatter bitter batter
I am trying to think
Chitter Chatter
Can I eat with you? 

I turn and growl. 
They leave quickly.
Chitter chatter bitter batter
Same story as yesterday and the day before
Chitter chatter bitter batter

Principal who is my boss comes in
Asks me to pick up Felon Number 6.
Have a talk, make them feel safe.
Chitter chatter bitter batter as I walk past teacher's lunchroom
Which happens to be on the other side of the wall of my office

Felon Number 6 and I throw balls around.
We build a house. I learn everything about his family.
Chitter chatter is not as noticeable now 
As I concentrate on him.

Walk him back but he runs away from me.
As usual. 
I catch up to make sure he ended up in his room.
Lunch duty now. Two hundred kids and two adults.
Not fun. No one can open their milk. 
No one remembers silverware.
Everyone wants to get out of their seat to chase each other.

Kindergarteners get the best of me.
I am exhausted in a mere thirty minutes.
Go back to my office.
Sit down to concentrate.
Chitter chatter bitter batter

I hate sharing this dhramned wall.
My dog ears are screaming now.
No poetry today.
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Adams Avatar
August 17, 2019 at 9:05 PM
I can only imagine this scene the bus with 72 is more than enough for me! Cute poem. Hope those ears heal and the muse screams aloud :) hugs
Krutsinger Avatar
August 18, 2019 at 7:14 AM
I have dog ears. I hear EVERYTHING! And I do not want to!
Kiser Avatar
August 17, 2019 at 6:23 PM
Whew, I'm exhausted now! How do you cope?
Krutsinger Avatar
August 18, 2019 at 7:14 AM
Challenge is my middle name.
Rodrigues Avatar
August 17, 2019 at 2:51 PM
The lunch room is indeed crazy! No one knows how hard it is and draining. You are a hero! <3
Krutsinger Avatar
August 18, 2019 at 7:14 AM
It can take ALL of my strength and it does.
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