Miss Norma Jean Pugh: First Grade Teacher

Miss Norma Jean Pugh: First Grade Teacher by Mary O’ Neil

Full of oatmeal
and gluggy with milk
On a morning in Springtime
soft as silk
when legs feel slow
and bumblebees buzz
and your nose tickles from
Dandelion fuzz
and you long to
Break a few
cobwebs stuck with
Diamond dew
stretched right out
In front of you-
when all you want
To do is feel
Until it’s time for
Another meal,
or sit right down
In the cool
Green grass
and watch the
caterpillars pass…
who cares if
two and two
Are four or five
Or red or blue?
who cares whether
six or seven
come before or after
Ten or eleven?
Who cares if
C-A-T
spells cat or rat
or tit or tat
or ball or bat?
Well, I do
But I didn’t
used to-
Until MISS NORMA JEAN PUGH!
She’s terribly old
As people go
Twenty-one-or-five-or-six
or so
But she makes a person want to
KNOW!

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Miss Norma Jean Pugh: First Grade Teacher

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