Attachment - A poem from the depths of boredom in a foster class

Attachment

We are attached
But not since being hatched
It's like a piece of string
Though you aren't my offspring
See you must become my child
And you're acting kinda wild

I want to meet your needs
So you'll be filled with good deeds
Thank you for your cooperation
This is cause for congratulations

But lets not be confrontational
I'll think of something original
Your behavior will be modified
The situation is over, cut n' dried

This class is so helpful
Don't think I am resentful
It's good that we are here
To listen, learn, then disappear

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