Mr. Milton Marlitack
Quaking, and shaking, Then Breaking his back !
Poor Mr. Milton Marlitack.
Don't beat your sticks !
Don't play your tricks !
On Mr. Milton Marlitack.
What a sad old man..
Quit your attacks !
On poor old Mr. Marlitack
You scream back."NO !",
Then, "2.. 3. GO !"
Start hittin Mr. Marlitack !
You all scream with sticks
as you fight with picks
and cover him Head to Toe with ticks
and as poor old Milton slapps himself
in hopes of removing the ticks..
You throw sticky bricks !?
"Ten points if it sticks !
on Mr. Marlitack !"
Children! Children!
Why must you act like such creatures?
"..Sorry we behaved that way..
Thats just what happens to substitute teachers"....
Copyright © Kelsi Nichols | Year Posted 2009
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