Substitute

A children's poem

 

My teacher is going on a trip

A few days of school she is going to skip

But for her joy we did not hoot

For we are getting a substitute

 

Then…

 

We said, “NO WAY!!!” and groaned and whined

We tried to make her change her mind

But arguing with her was moot

And we’re getting a substitute

 

So…

 

We started to talk (as most kids do)

Of who would be coming in a day or two

Would they be mean or smart or cute?

Who would be our substitute?

 

Maybe…

 

She’ll ride a broom with long black hair

She’ll do magic while we stare

Wing of bat and eye of newt

A witch will be our substitute

 

Or…

 

He’ll make us walk in nice straight lines

And do lots of push-ups double-time

A shouting voice and shiny boots

A marine will be our substitute

 

Perhaps…

 

She’ll wear lots of makeup with manicured nails

Big sunglasses and an assistant named Dale

A fancy car with lots of loot

A rich and famous substitute

 

Finally…

 

The day has come the door is open

The person for which we’ve been hoping

But normal glasses and a dark blue suit?

It’s just a plain old substitute

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

How cute--this poem about a substitute. My school days were so long ago that I don't think the word "substitute" had been coined yet, not even in regards to artificial sweetner. (I think it was called 'sacharin' back then, and it caused cancer)
No doubt this poem rings an alarm with today's kids, though. Nice job, Arielle. Sam