Our English Teacher

Our English Teacher


She Comes to class with a mission to teach
And yet she wears a gentle smile,
Ready to give us anether jolly hour,
In our most cherished English class,

Knitting abstract patches of wisdom and joy,
Amidst our fluttering years of youth.
Through three quarters of an hour she brings,
Endless memeries forever to behold,

Ascending a step to our hearts each day,
Certainly through her charismatic ways,
Hurtful words had never left her lips,
Even in the utmost infernal situations,
Riding our adoration’s chariot, our teacher

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