Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Science Teachers Fault

Ed the science teacher encouraged us
To see what floats, the brilliant little cuss
We learned right away that Chet's Mom, she does not play
We ruined her dry-cleanable new velvet suit.
And both of her shoes, and her hat to boot.
But, Ma, it is a science assignment Chet said.
She was so angry, she whooped him and sent him to bed.
So I went home and experimented with stuff in the kitchen.
Pop Tarts, crackers, flour, sugar. Now my mama is ’n.
Lots of things don’t float Mr. Ed. Maybe you are daft in your head.

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Paula Goldsmith February 25, 2023 at 12:57 PM I just know it was the "Science Teachers Fault." Blame it on him. That is better than on the dog. Poor dog always gets the blame. Have a blessed weekend............... Caren Krutsinger February 26, 2023 at 10:09 AM my dogs never get blamed; they have us both wrapped around their paws.