I should've listened to Mom when she told me to be a preacher.
But instead I decided to become a second grade teacher.
Yesterday, one of my students kicked me below the belt.
You do not want to know how bad that felt.
One of the brats pulled off my toupee.
I wish all of my students would go away.
I told them that I will not take their sass.
They gave me a wedgie and kicked my ass.
When twenty-five students gang up on me, it fills me with fear.
I'm going to hand in my resignation and find another career.
(This is a fictional poem.)