I’m the one who cleans the pudding cups from your sink
and sweeps orange crackers and crayons from your floor,
doing my part to ensure this classroom does not stink.
I know my job is menial in your eyes. I don’t get paid to think.
I see “grammar” misspelled on your bulletin board but keep quiet because
I’m the one who cleans the pudding cups from your sink.
I sanitize the fountain, preparing it for their next drink
and I wonder what you’re teaching them and if I’m really
doing my part to ensure this classroom does not stink.
After school I point out the mistake and somehow feel like a fink.
I corrected your error and became the laughing stock because
I’m the one who cleans the pudding cups from your sink.
At first I blamed your kind, lumping educators into the same rink.
Are you who I want teaching my child? Am I the only one
doing my part to ensure this classroom does not stink?
The lesson you learned was to use chalk rather than bold ink.
The lesson I learned is simply that
I’m the one who cleans the pudding cups from your sink
doing my part to ensure this classroom does not stink.