Wordle 188 – Miss Marie


Miss Marie stood in front of the class

The miserably neglected children milled around.

The room a flutter of whispers.

The call for action Miss Marie dreaded

Miserable pirouettes from equally miserable students.

Marcy in her food stained leotard

Juliette her eyes cloudy from what she’d been snorting.

Fiona her belly spilling from her uniform a size too small.

There were moments when the resolute Miss Marie

Could have turned her back and forgotten everything.

It would be an easy decision

The Royal Ballet couldn’t be as hard a gig.

Written for: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2014/11/23/wordle-188/

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6 Responses to Wordle 188 – Miss Marie

  1. milliethom says:

    Very amusing little poem, Michael. A teacher’s lot, eh?

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