How Do We Give His Mother a Grade
Marge’s son Henry was struggling with his math.
She insisted that he be allowed to bring it home.
He improved in leaps and bounds.
His answers were created in the best handwriting too.
Handwriting he did not have at school.
The teacher said “I don’t want to say anything but….
I think his mother is doing his homework.”
Marge came to school and got his language art packet.
Because he was sick at home.
Thirty-three assignments were finished in a week.
In the best handwriting ever.
Curious since Henry’s handwriting was illegible.
Henry returned to school the next week.
He still only knew ten letters, could not spell,
and we could not read his handwriting.
Curious huh?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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