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Saw My Teacher on a Saturday

by Dave Crawley

Saw my teacher on a Saturday!

I can’t believe it’s true!

I saw her buying groceries,

like normal people do!

She reached for bread and turned around,

and then she caught my eye.

She gave a smile and said, “Hello.”

I thought that I would die!

“Oh, hi . . . hello, Miss Appleton,”

I mumbled like a fool.

I guess I thought that teacher types

spend all their time at school.

To make the situation worse,

my mom was at my side.

So many rows of jars and cans.

So little room to hide.

Oh, please, I thought, don’t tell my mom

what I did yesterday!

I closed my eyes and held my breath

and hoped she’d go away.

Some people think it’s fine to let

our teachers walk about.

But when it comes to Saturdays,

they shouldn’t let them out!

from www.poetrynation.com/poem.php?id=12480

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