Oh That Teacher I Hate!

Oh That Teacher I Hate!

Your annoying ramblings give me headaches.

Your barking voice is like a shrill bell to my ears.

What I wish to say I shall write on this paper,

 So you might want to cover your ears.

You are the bane of my existence,

The shit at the bottom of the shoe.

 The evil witch with the pointy hat; an old shrew.

I try and try to listen to your animal calls,

 But as this year goes by, really there’s nothing I can do.

Your voice is like ringing in my ears,

You smell like the dead too!

You are cold hearted and full of hate.

It gives me urges to just punch you in the face.

 Your beady eyes and your lanky fingers give me a chill up my

 Spine like sharpening hangers.

Sometimes in class when you never stop talking,

 I dream of dropping you in a pit of glass

 And leave you jumping.

Now I have had my say and I am done.

I leave you with Good Day! and a stake in the sun.