You are the ones,
That FBI and Interpol should recruit,
For interrogating criminal minds!
You deal with snotty monsters,
With the innocuous rants;
All fifteen of them loaded,
With sugar-coated bombs.
You kiss the boo-boos away,
You hug them when they throw up,
You sing to them, and read to them,
Like a mom and dad would dream of.
You make them dance,
You make them prance;
At your voice, they form a queue,
At your command, they are a view!
These four-year olds are tough,
As tough as they can be.
And therefore I say,
You should handle the guilty.
You wield a power unfathomable,
That no parent ever can.
For loving and hardening at the same time,
Seems very very tough.
Those charged guilty,
Of unimaginable crimes,
Aren’t they the same as,
A child acting up as a prime?
The child is innocent,
The grown-up is not,
But you, as a teacher,
Can notice the point!
** A BIG SHOUTOUT to all the TEACHERS.. You people are doing the most noble work in the world! (Started out as a prose and ended up with this, four beers down.. LOL)