Mr. Serious

 

 

My second grade students

 

had trouble pronouncing my name.

 

They’d call me Mr. Serious.

 

The older teachers would

 

correct them. I didn’t.

 

With a name like that, how

 

could they not behave.

 

Though, the next year

 

I was called Mr. Cereal.

 

I put a quick stop to that.

 

Would you behave for a teacher

 

whose name reminded you

 

of Shredded Wheat

 

you had just drowned in milk?

 

 

 

                                                Hal Sirowitz