Gum on the Bottom of my Shoe
by: Kat A. Fonell
The first day I entered your class
I thought it would go nice and smooth
But it got worse creeping by, day by day
We were so much older and more mature than you had expected.
But that did not stop you from treating us like we were five
You made us do " circle time"
You brought us in snacks for" snacktime"
You had us do spelling, when all of us how to spell.
When we were young it was fun
Now it's just dumb.
One day you said something to me that made me so mad
You said I couldn't read my own book after you said we could
You should be happy I read so much, yes you should
Now I am glad I'm out of that class
I am happy I am through.
But you keep finding your way back to me
like gum on the bottom of my shoe.