Not With These Losers
When she does not get her way she throws a fit.
That is what I do! Her mother told us.
In a delighted way, proud.
She does not get along well with her classmates.
They are a bunch of losers! Her mother said.
Glowering at us, fists clenched.
The teacher and I looked at each other.
I think she would be happier if she had friends, I said.
As softly as I could.
Her mother stared at me.
Then she threw back her head and laughed.
Not with THESE losers! She said.
These losers are five and six.
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