“Tod loves Carole, celebrating return to teaching with less administrative stress”

In August dawn, old lesson plans  
Are dusted off with loving hands;  
There stands Tod, heart-light, anew,  
With gleam in eye, and morning dew.

Carole smiles from across the room,  
Her laughter brightens every gloom;  
Each coffee shared, a gentle toast,  
To battles fought and dreams that coast.

Once meetings stacked, a paper sea,  
Bureaucracy as tall as trees—  
But winds have changed, a lighter load,  
No longer lost upon that road.

Instead, the whiteboard’s beacon shines,  
With eager minds in grateful lines;  
Tod dances through those classic themes—  
Of science wonders, history dreams.

And Carole, partner, steadfast friend,  
Reminds him how all trials end.  
Her words—soft lanterns in the mist—  
Remind him what they celebrate, and miss.

For laughter leads each schoolyard stroll,  
Together, forming something whole.  
Their love a constant, sturdy thread,  
Through all the words they’ve ever read.

So here’s to classrooms, calm restored,  
To teaching not a task, but chord—  
To less of stress, and more of song—  
For Tod and Carole, right where they belong.

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