*I decided to publish this quirky story because I’m not sure it has a place in children’s literature. There is a lesson here but I think only adults would catch the meaning. Enjoy!*
“Good morning,” said Mrs. Crass.
“There’s a new student in the class.”
His name is Micah Pride.
“Oh, no!” a young girl cried.
We already have a Micah Hart.
How will we tell them apart?
“That’s easy,” said the teacher.
We’ll call them by their feature.
“You are Micah Brown,” she said.
“And you are Micah White instead.”
The class cheered with delight.
Hooray for Micah Brown and Micah White!
The two boys looked confused
while Mrs. Crass was amused.
Micah White did not want to play this game.
He asked, “Why don’t you call us by our last name?”
“If it doesn’t bother Micah Brown,
why don’t you be quiet and just sit down?”
Micah Brown stood there in silence.
“I think Mrs. Crass needs some guidance.”
“That’s not my name,” Micah Brown shouted.
The whole class jumped
and Mrs. Crass pouted.
“Don’t be so sensitive,” Mrs. Crass retorted.
“It’s only a color,” she snorted.
“But there’s a huge misunderstanding.
It’s my name you’re mispronouncing!”
She looked at the paper and squinted.
“Why don’t you get glasses?” someone hinted.
“Oh, my. My eyes are wacky!
Your name is not Micah, it’s Mikey!”
“Mikey, let’s start anew.”
All is right again in Room K-2.