Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

A day in the life of a substitute teacher.

 
 

The computer called, As I am always on call 'We have a job for you Enter your secret code Then we will tell you.' Received the call at seven School starts at eight Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Substitutes shouldn't be late. Take my teeth out of the cup Rinse them off Put them in my mouth Smile real big. Don't forget the underarm deodorant Don't want to arrive at the den Smelling like dinner again If I did the lions would have a fit. Apply my make-up Be quick. Fix my Afro Thunder hair My students will care. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Got to get out of here Already I am an hour late This is worse than a blind date. Seventeen miles to work It's a straight shot Take the backroads Drive like a bat out of 'you know where.' I'll make it with no time to spare. Ten miles in Seven miles out A pop -- A sputter -- A groan Oh No! All dressed up and nowhere to go. Call work, Talk to a real live person too. 'We're waiting! Where are you?' Stuck in my truck off highway 132. Call a substitute to substitute for me today. As Johnny Toetruck is standing in my way.

 

Author's Note

I wrote this poem today for a challenge contest over at Starlite Cafe.com. It needed to be about going to work, and it needed to address all five senses. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it. Peace and long life.

Reviews

[Deborah Shepard]

loved it

[Michelle Tarnowski]

I did enjoy this. I hope you have more or are thinking of writing a story on the same subject perhaps. Thanks.