Mean Substitute Teacher Mr. Stein
By Gary Wittmann
March 23, 2007©
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Our teacher is out today she has the flu.
We screamed and shout for there aren't any rules.
Sally ran around about the room with joy.
Bopping every kid on the head especially the boys.
Jimmy ate his boogers while he picks his nose.
Johnny sprayed the iguana with a rubber hose.
Everyone was having great excitement and fun.
When a great dark shadow block out all the sun.
The principal walk into our room and whistle blew loud.
We hurry and scurried to out seats among the crowd.
The principal said, “ The substitute is here. I am glad to say.
I hope you have a wonderful, marvelous, fantastic day.‚”
The shadow in the doorframe loom into our way.
Not a noise was made as he clump across and swayed.
He looks ten feet tall and green and begins to assign.
By the way, as he wrote, my name is Mr. Frank N. Stein.
