Pistol Packing Pedagogue
When you walk into my classroom
Man, you'd better be prepared.
If your poodle ate your homework,
You might be a little scared.
'Cause I'm a pistol packing pedagogue.
My Colt is on my hip
And my trigger finger's itchy
So it's time to get a grip.
Better not be disrespectful
And forget it if you cheat.
No one messes with my lessons
'Cause I pack a little heat.
Yes, I'm a pistol packing pedagogue.
But do not be alarmed.
See they're paying me a bonus
If, inside my class, I'm armed.
It's a crazy world we live in
But I thank the NRA
And our president, for making me
What I've become today.
That's a pistol packing pedagogue.
You shouldn't be too shocked
For at least my gun, like this idea,
Is less than halfway cocked!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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