Mr. Turner: You want me to read this, or just give it to the guidance counselor?
Shawn: No go ahead, read it.
Mr. Turner: (reading Shawn's poem) My uncle Ralph, he does not care, 'Cause twice a month, he gets welfare. My uncle Chuck has nylon hair, He bought the rug with his welfare. (skimming through poem) Old Corvair... long nose hair... electric chair... It's a very colorful family you have there, Shawn.
Shawn: I didn't use their real names. That's OK, right?
Mr. Turner: Oh, yeah. The less I know, the better.