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