Ms M Is On My Last Nerve
I am walking along ready to take on Mrs. M’s class.
She can be a jerk, a meanie, she is a pretty big a...
Along the way I see throw up all over the hall floor.
I use my walkie to call the custodian to come to this door.
Mrs. M. walks out of her room about forty feet down.
Demands to know why I am not there. She’s a clown.
I say “I am guarding this mess so no one steps in it.”
She says “I cannot be late to my meeting,” She is such a sh….
Then she says “There is the nurse. She can take care of that.”
She gives me a quick instruction, and she’s gone, the young bat.
When she returns she begins screaming about that and this.
I don’t care if I ever again work with this mean uppity Miss.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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