My teacher Ms.L

Well, a malicious poem about a teacher of mine!

My teacher Ms.L

My teacher Ms.L

Comes dressed up really well,

Moves about like an angel

Don’t you get fooled by her.

 

My teacher Ms.L,

Does not eat really well;

For she’s tall and lean,

With blue eyes that look really keen;

But don’t you get deceived by her!

 

Because when my teacher Ms.L,

Is asked a doubt, she is hell!

With her cheap make-up cracking clean,

Her blue eyes looking really mean;

Told you not to get deceived by her!

 

For how she got her job,

Is a mystery no one yet has solved;

Cause she doesn’t know a word,

Regarding history, geography, let alone literature!

 

She rants and raves;

Throws the book on,

The poor child’s face;

Turns pink to purple, purple to red;

Says, “Don’t you dare ask a question,

For there is nothing I could tell!”

Author's Note

My dear friends, please excuse the impertinence of this poem! My humble apologies to all of you in advance.

Reviews

[wordman]

sounds like miss l may be doing some back room dealings
with the head master !

[Akshita]

ooh! Well I never thought of that.