Shall I compare thee to annoying teachers
Who scream and rant at one’s long life story?
With power like an uncertain creature,
When rises from tears of ruined glory.
Sometime too tolerant like a fond kitty,
And she always holds a plicate book.
And we think she always looks very pretty,
When she teaches us with amiable smile.
When will we be free from this treachery?
Please don’t let this be our last memories.
Note from Author: I have no idea what I was thinking when I created this poem with my partner in English class, and I'm surprised I haven't been suspended because my English teacher was my cluster leader xD.
I might be doing a lot more short stories then the long stories.... because I kinda have writers block.. which is really bad...
Who scream and rant at one’s long life story?
With power like an uncertain creature,
When rises from tears of ruined glory.
Sometime too tolerant like a fond kitty,
And she always holds a plicate book.
And we think she always looks very pretty,
When she teaches us with amiable smile.
When will we be free from this treachery?
Please don’t let this be our last memories.
Note from Author: I have no idea what I was thinking when I created this poem with my partner in English class, and I'm surprised I haven't been suspended because my English teacher was my cluster leader xD.
I might be doing a lot more short stories then the long stories.... because I kinda have writers block.. which is really bad...
