Saturday, 15 September 2007
06:43:50 AM (GMT)
Hey, since you people already read the first 1, I guess I'll let you read on. I have
a highly annoying little brother.
Oh here's a little poem ( that I know is no good ) about a mean teacher.
THE MEAN TEACHER
I once had a teacher that was so, so mean.
What an experience that had been!
No one could compare her to a more cruel teacher
She was so mean that my classmates called her the devilish preacher.
I was defenitely not clueless
On how she would react to my classmate's stupidness.
But I knew all right on how she would react,
So I did not speak even behind her back.
When we laughed at our classmate's antics, she snapped at us.
I knew that I could not wait to get out of the door and onto the bus.
When I got home, where it was safe, I thought and thought
Of why she was there and what kind of terror she brought.
Even though she changed and fixed even how we sat,
A few months later I found out why she acted like that.
I knew that she was strict, I knew that indeed.
She was just trying to turn us into good little seeds.
It stinks. I know that I don't have talent for writing. Feel free to point that out.
I dont care. I know that I'm not unique. I especially hate the last part. *sobs