The bus rolls up, to the curb of the school

I start down the steps, then trip like a fool

All around me, the kids walk by

I just pick up my books, and rise with a sigh

 

That's great, that's grand, a good start to my day

Then came the second act, of this tragic play

 

I come to my favorite class, with a smile on my face

Till I see that Miss Burgess, is not in her place

Instead, in her chair, sits a crabby old creature

A wrinkly, disgusting, substitute teacher

 

First the bus, now this, what's going on today?

I hope that this THING is not here to stay!

 

My hopes were demolished, when she opened her maw

And raised her finger, like a vulture's claw

"My name is Miss Berkley," the old vulture screeched

Then I promptly zoned out, as she lectured and preached

 

The vulture stood in front, watching over her prey

Till she locked in on me, and headed my way

 

"Are you doing your work?" she inquired of me

"Why yes I am, miss" I replied with glee

"Don't be smart!" she screamed in my face

I just shook my head, as she flew back to her place.

 

If I could yell at a teacher, this is what I'd say

SCREW YOU MISS BERKLEY!...and have a nice day!