15/06/2020
A beautiful poem that sums up the times when a substitute teacher shows up during the regular hours. Share with your loved ones(maybe that substitute teacher?) with whom you enjoyed these classes!
Title: Substitute
Hurray! We heard our teacher
cannot be with us today.
Instead, we'll have a substitute.
(We'll make her earn her pay.)
Michael will throw spit wads,
and Brandon will eat chalk.
Patrick will poke David,
and all of us will talk.
We smiled and laughed with pleasure
as these thoughts filled every head,
until we found our teacher
sent the principal instead!
by Denise Rodgers
