A Harriett Jet Took Off The Lips Of Time. Poem by Michael Gale

A harriet jet took off like a wriggly lip all limp and bending...
That substitute teacher did have a hairy lip that made her look oh so condescending.

Her purple hair set off those demon like fiery eyes....
She would bring to the class-room her Polaroid camera that served as her parental'ed counter-spies.

It was real hard to get away with anything or to get anything by her...
She had a real bad temper that seemed hotter than a blazing fire.

She, my substitute teacher, could make us kids-all, seem as like the highest and biggest liar...
She could turn us all into the biggest type cry-er.

Teachers? Go figure? ...
For them you need to go buy a dog to say 'Sic her! '

Roof! Roof! Roof! ...
Pant! Pant! Pant!

Dog gone it! ...
Begone it!