Caren Krutsinger Poet Quatrain

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.

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L Milton Hankins December 9, 2022 at 6:31 AM I wouldn't blame you if you refused to work in her classroom, and you should tell the admin why! Sounds like she thinks she's all that and a bag of potato chips! Caren Krutsinger December 10, 2022 at 4:23 AM Here is the best part - after I left she told one of the students he does not have to "do what Mrs K says" - and he was concerned and told my best friend. She was LIVID. I am not going to the admin because then the CHILD would be in trouble; I would not do that to him. I know when I go in there that she is an ASS and I can get another poem out of her behavior - win/win.