Hey Mr Fireman

Hey Mr. Fireman, save him but not her. She’s mean and horrible, and she has a bee up her keister. Which one? He asks me, pointing from one to the other. Good grief! He cannot tell a man from a woman? They cannot train firemen any better than that these days? This is nuts! The big one! I yelled. “Don’t save the big one!” The big one was rescued unfortunately, and Gave me the horrible algebra test I was hoping to get out of on Thursday.