Lingering thoughts

Thu, 09/19/2013 - 17:05 -- gmatuke

A slip here, a slip there. I am sure the teacher will not care.

She knows we secretly call her names. The witch or Ms. Happy is what we dubbed her to be.

Oh trust me, Ms. Happy is not what it seems. 

I know she hates me because I do not know.

Just just one mess up and, BAM! That is the end of the show

You know that I know I detest you

This why I like to mess with you.

You are terrible, foolish for hubris.

The is why we call you the witch, because you make me furious.

Teaching by the book?

Ha, I do not this will work.

When does this end?

Because I am about to break and bend. 

 

 

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