Teacher's Pet Poem by cheryl davis miller

As a child, my school day's were laced with,
fond and sweet, memories,
School began an adventure, each year,
or at least, so it seemed to me,

Mom taught us, 'Be kind to your teachers,
show respect, and you will find,
They will then fullfil, their purpose,
to help you, expand your mind',

So every year, my sister and I,
would prepare for the course, we had set,
Our mission was clear, we held one thing dear,
becoming this years, 'Teachers Pet',

I'm pleased to say, in most cases,
the plan worked, just as we'd been told,
Not only were we, found in favor,
but we learned, as each year would unfold,

Every June, when school ended,
we said good-bye, with a hug and a tear,
Come July, we were plotting a new course,
for our mission, the following year,

Well just judging by, the news papers,
a lots changed, since way back then,
Seems a shame, such an honored profession,
should be tainted, by ignorance and sin,

Either male or female, it matters not,
and I say this, with much regret,
I don't think, I want my grand-children,
to be known as the, 'Teachers Pet'...

c.d.m.5- 27-09