Ooooh nooo here we go again
Did'nt I make it clear the first time
Cutting up paper is a major sin
Did you think I would'nt see it, because I'm blind
Look at Mrs. Betty, her room is so nice
I hardly have to pick up a thing
But when I come in here, I always think twice
Should I quit and go sell all my bling
So wheres the respect that I deserve every day
For putting up with all your mess
Sometimes I think it's just the price I pay
For doing the things that I do best
So don't get me wrong, I'm not angry with you
Or even just a little bit mad
I'm happy to see all the teaching you do
To the kids who never knew what they had
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The teacher shines through. well done a good read. Regards Dave T