Your Mama
Your mama is
Your mama said.
Your mama wears
All you have to do at my
school is say your mama,
and world war seventeen begins.
Those two words instantly
throw children into
fighting mode.
The fourth grade teacher and I
both tried to talk the children
out of this mind frame yesterday.
The mamas were waiting in the
office today to ambush us about it;
in fighting mode within fifteen minutes.
So much for "you don't have to tell your
mama's everything". Add that to cellphones
and we are talking World War Eighteen.
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