Teachers in summer.

I thought of this poem when I wondered what teachers do in the summer. This was when I was 8.

THE TEACHERS IN SUMMER
I always wonder,
what teachers do in the summer.
Maybe they ride in a boat or ,
visit a castle with a clear, blue moat.
Maybe they go to a beach for a tan,
or maybe they have lots of homework to plan.
Or maybe they are just like us,
please, just please don't make a fuss!