Day 18: My Life Be Like

A poem about my day, or maybe a rap, whichever you prefer. Here goes:

Teaching Kindergarten is what I do,
To Chinese children, it's like a zoo.
They scream and jump, and pick their nose,
Then wipe them on me, yup, that's how it goes.

They're sweet and cuddly, I love them so,
But sometimes lessons go rather slow,
They get distracted, especially Joe,
And laugh so hard, like cackling crows.

Sometimes it's hard to catch their eyes,
So I pull out something sparkly, and hear them sigh.
Then teacher Cam Cam, what a guy,
Starts yelling a song, and the object's dazzle so quickly dies.

A constant 1,2,3, eyes on me,
Gets them back, for a second or three.
Then I hear, "teacha, I want ba-fer-loom" and I know it's time,
To go to the bathroom, or they'll all begin to whine.

I'm getting ill, as are my fellow five teachers,
We've got sore throats, and some of us fevers.
I think it's because the kids boogery paws,
Tickle our tummies, our necks, and our jaws.

I've napped for hours, to keep this sickness away,
I just can't stay sick, theres too much to do, every single day.

I'm off to bed now, with high hopes to get rest,
But the screaming baby next door, is being quite a pest.
That was harsh, I'm getting sort of cranky,
It's time to sign off, and cuddle with my big, Asian blanky.