These Children Need a Role Model
These children need a male role model, the teacher said.
But, I argued. He would have to be sane, right in the head.
She rolled her eyes, believing that all males are well-bred.
Which tells me that her global knowledge is all but dead.
What about that dude? I ask as he climbs off a mo-ped.
He doesn’t look like our type, said the teacher, Miss. Fred.
The guy laughed at her idiocy, and picked lint off his thread.
This, my dear, is our Principal, Mr. Theodore also called Ted.
She looks embarrassed, and her face turns a lovely red.
These children need a male role model, she quickly tells Ted.
Ted nods his head and says “I have been to my homestead.”
“Shortly, we will be joined by my big brother Take-No-Prisoners-Ned.”
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