Mrs Buttersby Poem by Phil Soar

They called her Mrs Buttersby
A teacher of resolve
She had these well known notions
How the Earth got to revolve
And as the world was spinning
She smoked a spliff and then
The children in her classroom
Would spin round the room again
She drew things on the blackboard
With some chalk she used to lick
She looked like quite a mannequin
When she put on white lipstick
The children called her 'whitey'
As she rotated around the class
One day she tripped and showed them all
Her really massive ass
She hoped the worlds rotation
Would stop for just a bit
Until it does, she'll carry on
Teaching so much shit!