Another sleepless morning.
My body is in mourning.
Grab my keys and go, go.
No time for makeup, no time to be slow.
Streets are filled with turtles on strike;
I'm the rabbit passing in the speed of light.
Parking is a nightmare;
there just ain't enough space to share.
Down the hall, my heels click, clock.
Out of my way, letter tray-hoggers moving like rock.
I will sign-in; I will beat the clock.
Shoot--I'm on clean-up AND duty,
no wonder I'm moody.
Into the classroom;
pack away my magic broom.
A sign of horror--
my books are on the floor!
Chinese school...
messes up my teaching tools.
Clean it up!
Suck it up!
Then, a mad dash to the copier.
Lesson plan without materials is like a knight without his rapier.
Day plan--check, materials--check,
hair--check, lipstick--check!
In rushes the mob.
Here comes lazy Suzy, curious George, and bully Bob.
Don't forget to give them a smile,
'cause 3 o'clock is many a mile.
When I breathe a sigh of relief,
I'll know I've survived--or so I believe...
'Cause I never know which parent is lurking around my room,
stopping me from flying my broom.
*Some parts are fictional and/or exaggerated but it's all a reflection of reality.
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