The English Teacher

Once upon a school day weary, while I rested drained and dreary Over a long and cryptic lecture of forgotten lore - While I snorted, nearly snoring, suddenly there came a warning As the teacher started roaring, roaring at my obvious bore "‘Tis some slacker," she muttered, "snoring at my ‘cryptic roar’ - Sleep and your skills will be poor." Ah, all my classmates remember how deep was my slumber And one of the opposite gender threw a book upon the floor Quickly I raised my head – my thoughts were filled with dread From the echo in my head – dead would be the whore - For the horrid and heinous crime committed by the whore - She will pay forever more. And the glowing, glaring stare emitted from below her hair Chilled me- chilled me with eerie horrors never felt before So that now, she had my attention, and I prepared for detention "‘Tis only to fuel my desire to return to the saintly days of yore; - A detention fueling my desire to return to the saintly days of yore; - You’ll sit there, and nothing more."this was meant to be a parody of the raven, obviously. i wrote it with a friend, Jeff. Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 11:31 AM PST   0 • 7 • 14