Teach

by Oshane   Jul 17, 2008


Teach

Angry many times;
Hating my teasing rhymes;
And on fire when I tell lying rumors to other teachers;
Miss Hillery;
My form teacher in eleven grade;

She always seeks to hurt me to the core;
Giving me failing grades the least;
Telling lies on me the more;
And even worst;
Telling my parents on me frequently;

She is horrible isn't she?
And she isn't pretty;
She has watts on her hand;
And she has cavity problems;
More over, she spits pronouncing her S's,

She is freaky, spicy, and anti-nice;
Miss Hillery;
The witch;
The twitch in the eye;
My strange teacher.

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