I know my third grade teacher, Mrs. Fine, didn't like me. She moved me to the back of the room And told my mom that she had to Because I talked too much And she got tired of seeing the back of my head, Always turned around, looking to see if Wendy had finished, yet.…
The Messy Room
And her room was always the messiest Here she could store everything the vacuum cleaner, the hair dryer, the wireless printer Things no one needed to see Necessary things that must be kept hidden Even though everybody knows you have to have these things somewhere And the dirty clothes Piles of dirty clothes work clothes,…
Kristie Camp 