Mrs. Medez… Venessa Bayer
Tamra Lake… Cameron Diaz
Sasheer Zamata[Starts with students and a substitute teacher in class]
Mrs. Medez: Hello everyone. I am your substitute teacher, Mrs. Medez, okay?[Cut to Mrs. Medez]
School, huh? Let me ask you something. What do you think of when you think of writing poetry? Huh? Lame? Outdated? Studying? Well guess what? Poetry can be pretty cool. Oh! Okay, you know who some of my favorite poets are? I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of them. Taylor Swift, okay. Kanye West, I must say. Eminems, okay.[Cut to Pete]
Pete: It’s Eminem.
Mrs. Medez: I love it, you’re listening. Okay. Now, the point is you can all be poets. Okay? So, your usual teacher asked you to write a poem about something you’re thankful for. And I wrote a thanksgiving poem myself. [Mrs. Medez slowly opens her note] Here it goes.
Turkey dinner, warm, pleasing, pungent
sour cranberry sauce,
sweet yams with sticky marshmallows
savory stuffing and spiced cider
notes of rosemary and cinnamon dance inside my nose
family and friends come together to share laughter,
and of course pumpkin pie
Oh! Okay, now. Who else has a poem about something they’re thankful for?[Cut to the class]
Aidy: I do.
Mrs. Medez: Okay, great. Come on up.[Cut to Aidy and Mrs. Medez]
Aidy: Okay. Um, I’m thankful for my stepdad Ron and my poem is called Ron rules.
Mrs. Medez: Great, okay.
Aidy: Ron is hilarious
he wears a t-shirt that looks like a tuxedo
Oh-oh! He fancy!
When we go to Burger King, he says, “I’ll have a whopper, medium, rare”
everybody laughs and goes crazy
thanks Ron, for being dope
Mrs. Medez: Okay. That was wonderful.[Cut to the class]
Thank you so much. Does anybody else has a poem?
Kenan: I can do one.[Kenan walks to the front of the class]
Mrs. Medez: Oh, okay, great. Come on up. Okay.
Kenan: Ay, what’s up, y’all? Um, I’m thankful for the show F.R.I.E.N.D.S., so here we go.
Turn of TVs
Oh, snap! F.R.I.E.N.D.S. is on
Ross is a little bitch, but he made me laugh though
Chandler be telling jokes about when Monica was heavy
he don’t give a damn
Joey is a player
he always be asking girls how they doin
Rachael and Monica be hot as hell
but I’d take Phoebe coz she quirky
and I’m a freak
Mrs. Medez: Okay, okay. Thank you, so much. Wow. [Cut to the class] You know, [Cut to Mrs. Medez] I feel like I really know that show now. Okay, great. Okay, guys, I have a special treat, okay? I brought friend of mine who performs regularly at Wind Catcher Wednesdays, the poetry I hosted at Calypso Coffee down in Franklin street. Okay? Now, please give your snaps to Tamra Lake.[Tamra Lake walks in. He has dreadlocks.]
Tamra Lake: Hello. Hello.
Mrs. Medez: Now, I asked Tamra to share a poem about something that she’s thankful for. Okay?
Tamra Lake: And I did. This one is called UPS man.
Short sleeves, short shorts, leaves me short of breath
cinnamon skin and a mustache thick as sin
why must you go out when I only want you in
Mr. UPS man,
each day, you bring goods to those who are waiting
but there is only one package, you’ve got me craving
and it is your’s
Mr. UPS man
Your truck has no doors, but I am open wide
so drive into my tunnel and explore inside
Mr. UPS man
Mrs. Medez: Oh! Okay. Okay. Oh! Okay. Okay.[Cut to Sasheer]
Sasheer: Did that lady swallow a bicorn?
Mrs. Medez: Um, you know what? Maybe we should stop our poetry unit for today, okay?[Cut to Pete]
Pete: No! No, no, no! This is awesome! Do one about the FedEx guy.[Cut to Mrs. Medez and Tamra Lake]
Mrs. Medez: Okay, I think that’s all for today. Okay?[Students chanting “FedEx, FedEx”]